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GIROFLÉ-GI ROFLA. 


€>pei*cu2Bouffe,  m rçc  Mets. 

adapted  from  the  french  of 

MM.  ALBERT  VARLOO  AND  EUGENE  LETERRIER. 

' BY  • : - 

C.  O’NEIL. 

THE  LYRICAL  PORTION  BY 

CAMPBELL  CLARKE. 

THE  MUSIC  BY 

CHARLES  LECOCQ. 


As  performed  at  the  Royal  Philharmonic  Theatre,  London. 


PRICE  ONE  SHILLING. 


LONDON: 

ENOCH  & SONS,  i9)1HOLLES  STREET,  W. 


All  rights  reserved , Ent,  Sta . Hall. 


GIROFLË-GrIROFLA. 

^Dpera=Bouffc,  m Œ&ro  &ctss. 

ADAPTED  FROM  THE  FRENCH  OF 

MM.  ALBERT  VANLOO  AND  EUGÈNE  LETERRIER. 

BY 

C . O’NEIL. 

THE  LYRICAL  PORTION  BY 

CAMPBELL  CLARKE. 

THE  MUSIC  BY 

CHARLES  LECOCQ. 


As  performed  at  the  Royal  Philharmonic  Theatre , London. 


PRICE  ONE  SHILLING. 

LONDON: 

ENOCH  & SONS,  19,  HOLLES  STREET,  W. 


All  rights  reserved . Ent.  Sta , Hall. 


DRAMATIS  PERSONÆ. 


GlROFLÉ  I 

? (Twin  Daughters  of  Bolero  and  Aurore)  

Girofla  j 

Aurore  (Wife  of  Don  Bolero)  < 

Don  Bolero  D’Alcarazas  (Governor  of  a Spanish  Province) 

Marasquin  (betrothed  to  Giroflé) 

Mourzouk  (Chief  of  the  Moors,  betrothed  to  Girofla) 

Paquita  (Attendant  of  Giroflé  and  Girofla) 

Pedro  (a  Page,  in  love  with  Paquita)  

Pirates , Moors , Cousins , Guests , Bridesmaids , Pages , ô°c. 


^ 

THE  GAIETY  PROGRAMME 

Sole  Lessee  and  Manager  ...  ...  Mr.  JOHN  HOLLINGSHEAD 


GAIETY  MORNING  PERFORMANCES. 

SATURDAY,  DECEMBER  12,  1874. 

Doors  open  at  2.  Commence  at  2.30,  carriages  at  5. 


At  2.30  will  be  presented  tbe  Grand  Comic  Opera,  in  Three  Acts,  with  New  and  Splendid 
Scenery,  Gorgeous  Costumes  and  Appointments,  entitled 

GIRQFLÉ-GIRGFLA 

The  Music  by  C.  LECOCQ. 

Translated  and  Adapted  from  the  French  of  Messieurs  Van-Loo  and  Letterier,  by 
C.  O’Neil,  Esq.  The  Lyrical  portion  of  the  Opera  by  Campbell  Clarke,  Esq. 

THE  WHOLE  ARRANGED  AND  PRODUCED  BY  MR.  SHEPHERD. 

irazas  ...  (a  Grandee  of. Spain),  ...  Mr.  E.  M.  GARDEN 
...  (Son  of  a Cadiz  Banker)  Mr.  W.  HENRY  FISHER 

...  (a  Moorish  Prince)  Mr.  EDMUND  ROSENTHAL 

Mr.  JOHN  MURRAY 

Miss  JULIA  MATHEWS 

Miss  JENNY  PRATT 

...  ...  Mdlle.  MANNETTI 

Miss  H.  EVERARD 

Powerful  Chorus  and  increased  Band. 

Conductor  and  Musical  Director  ...  ...  ...  ...  M.  RIVIERE 


Don  Bolero  d\ 

Maraschino 

Mourzouk 

The  Padre 

Girofle 

Girofla 

Paquita 

Pedro 

Aurora 


BOLERO'S  PALACE  ON  THE  MOORISH  COAST. 

Moorish  Chamber  in  the  Palace. 

J*_  SAIOOIST. 


Mjfjjf  Sole  Lessee  and  Manager  of  the  Gaiety  Theatre, 
IllS  Btrand,  will  open  the  above  Theatre,  for  the  ;l 


It  A.  V 

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GIROFLÉ-GIROFLA. 


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ACT  I. 


Gardens  of  Bolero's  Palace . A low  wall  runs  level  with  the  hack  of  the 
stage , beyond  which  is  seen  the  Sea . Marble  steps  figure  r.  and  l., 
leading  to  practicable  terraces . r.  ætz^/  l.  Moorish  Pavilions. 

Chorus  of  Men  and  Women.  Enter  Attendants , Bridesmaids , &c.  ; then 
Pedro , Paquita,  and  Bolero. 

CHORUS. 

Let  our  voices  be  glad, 

Let  us  dance,  let  us  play, 

Not  a face  must  be  sad 

On  this  bright,  happy  day. 

Enter  Pedro  and  Paquita  ( and  Bridesmaids  carrying  presents). 

See  what  the  gallant  bridegrooms  send  to  their  lovely  wives  ; 
Cared  for  so  tenderly,  how  happy  their  future  lives  ! 

What  a fine  basket  ! what  a beauty  ! 

These  gentlemen  have  done  their  duty. 

Paquita . And  right  they  are  ; in  married  life 

Such  gifts  ensure  an  ever-smiling  wife. 

Pedrot  And  now  I have  good  news  to  tell.  Attention  ! 

My  gracious  master  bids  me  mention — 

That  you  may  fête  this  happy  day, 

He  gives  you  all  a holiday. 

Chorus . Bravo  ! bravo  ! 

Pedro.  Arid  now  amuse  yourselves  as  best  you  may  ; 

But  mark  my  master’s  valediction, 

Far  from  here  the  women  must  not  stray. 

Chorus.  But  why  this  interdiction  ? 


A 2 


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Pedro . The  pirates  abound  on  this  desolate  shore, 

And  the  wretches  elope  with  fair  maidens  galore. 

Women . Wretched  pirates  ! What  are  they  ? 

Paquita . What  are  they  ? Listen  to  my  lay. 

BALLAD. 

I. 

The  sun  has  sunk  behind  the  clouds, 

And  all  is  dark  and  still  and  calm  ; 

The  air  is  fresh,*  the  solemn  waves 
Intone  their  old  melodious  psalm. 

But  see,  from  out  the  twilight  sombre, 

From  out  the  slowly  darkling  air, 

Strange  shadows  rise  with  threatening  gesture  ; 
Strange  shadows  rise — beware  ! beware  Î . 

Stay  not  to  scan  their  strange  attire, 

Their  beards  unkempt,  their  arms  of  gold, 

Run  for  your  lives,  nor  look  behind, 

For  these  are  the  pirates  bold. 

Chorus . Beware  ! beware  ! &c. 

II. 

And  how  do  you  fhink  these  pirates  live, 

And  how  with  gold  they  fill  their  den  ? 

They  lay  in  wait  for  pretty  girls, 

And  sell  them  all  to  naughty  men  ! 

So  if  your  sweethearts  you  would  marry, 

Take  heed,  take  heed,  oh  ! maidens  fair, 

Whene’er  you  near  the  sea -shore  tarry, 

Of  pirates  bold,  beware  ! beware  ! 

Stay  not  to  scan  their  strange  attire, 

Their  beards  unkempt,  their  arms  of  gold  ; 

Run  for  your  lives,  nor  look  behind, 

For  these  are  the  pirates  bold. 

Chorus . Beware  ! beware  ! &c. 


Pedro . There’s  Bolero  ; now,  pray  be  silent  ; 

To  your  places,  quick — faster  ! faster  ! 
Chorus . Now  all  be  silent,  now  all  be  silent  ; 

For  here  comes  Bolero,  our  master. 

Enter  Bolero . 

Bolero . Right  well,  right  well  ; 

Eyes  right,  heads  back,  and  shoulders  straight  ; 
You’ve  only  me  to  imitate  ; 

Right  well,  right  well. 


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SONG. 

I. 

What  a happy  day 
For  a father  kind, 

When  a rich  and  gay 
Husband  he  can  find 
For  his  only  child 
Of  sweet  sixteen, 

Her  heart  unbeguiled, 

Her  temper  serene. 

Never  yet  a parent 
Had  so  much  ado. 

Never  more  a parent 
Did  his  duty  true  ; 

Y ou  see  a happy  father 
Who’s  just  got  rid  of  two. 


IL 

Don’t  indulge  in  laughter, 

If  I here  compjain, 

To  have  an  only  daughter 
Is  a constant  pain  ; 

Tell  it  not  my  wife, 

If  I whisper  you, 

Very  much  more  painful  ’tis 
When  you’ve  got  two. 

Watching  o’er  their  partners 
Is  an  awful  bore, 

Dress  them  in  the  fashion, 

Still  they  ask  for  more. 

You  see  a happy  father,  &c. 

And  now  depart  ; come,  clear  out  all  ; 

But  mind  you  return  in  time  for  the  ball. 

(Repeat  1st  Chorus . — Exeunt  all \ except  Pedro , Paquita , and  Bolero . 

Bolero . Now  let  me  once  again  peruse  my  list,  that  nought  may  be 
forgotten. 

Paquita  (to  Pedro).  Here’s  Don  Bolero,  Pedro  î Hem  I 

Pedro  (to  Paquita ).  I say,  don’t  be  stupid. 

Paquita  (to  Pedro).  Speak. 

Bolero . Who’s  there  ? Ah  ! you  Paquita  ! — What’s  the  matter  ? 


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Paquita.  It’s  Pedro,  Sir. 

Pedro . ’Tis  Paquita.  I’m  quite  in  a flurry. 

Paquita . If  you  remember,  Sir,  when  first  you  took  Pedro  into  your 
service,  ’twas  agreed  that,  should  he  prove  efficient  as  a cook,  he  might 
look  forward  to  my  hand  ! ’ 

Bolero . Indeed  ! Come  here,  young  man.  Your  dishes  are  most  vile. 

Pedro . But,  Don  Bolero,  love,  as  you  know,  is  an  upsetter  of  man’s 
actions,  and  a dinner  before  the  fire  requires  undivided  attention.  No 
man  can  cook  and  love  at  the  same  time.  If  you  marry  us,  love  being 
satisfied,  gastronomy  will  not  be  neglected,  and  your  digestion  will  sing 
at  the  approach  of  dinner. 

Paquita . Do,  Sir,  marry  us,  if  only  for  the  sake  of  your  digestion. 

Bolero . I wonder  that  you  have  not  more  feeling  for  your  master 
than  to  worry  him  on  .the  day  of  his  daughter’s  marriage. 

Paquita . Their  approaching  happiness  sets  us  longing. 

Bolero . Address  yourselves  to  my  wife. 

Paquita . What  ! Madame  Aurore  ! One  might  as  well  speak  to 
the  wind. 

Pedro . For  she’s  nothing  but  bluster  and  noise. 

Bolero . Would  you  speak  disrespectfully  of  your  mistress  ? Pedro, 
’tis  an  ill  wind  that  blows  good  to  nobody. 

Aurore  (calls').  Bolero  ! 

Bolero . Here  she  is. 

Pedro  and  Paquita.  Then  we’re  off!  ( Exeunt  Pedro  and  Paquita .) 

Bolero . That’s  the  effect  my  wife’s  appearance  always  produces.  By 
Jove  1 hope  I’ve  not  forgotten  anything. 

Aurore  (enters).  Why  didn’t  you  answer  before?  One  would  think 
I was  brazen  -tongued  Madame  Angot. 

Bolero  (aside)*  I sincerely  wish  you  were,  for  you’d  , be  in  the 
provinces. 

Aurore.  Have  you  done  all  I told  you  ? 

Bolero . I have  done  all  that  you  told  me,  (aside)  but  I’ve  not.  told 
her  all  that  I’ve  done. 

Aurore . Have  you  called  on  the  Padre  ? 

Bolero . Yes,  dear. 

Aurore ..  How  about  the  dinner  ? 

Bolero . Ordered. 

Aurore . And  the  musicians  ? 

Bolero.  Cooking  beautifully.  No,  no,  I mean  the  dinner.  The 
musicians  are  ordered. 

Aurore . You  have  forgotten  nothing. 

Bolero.  Well,  that’s  something. 

Aurore.  How  lucky  you  are  to  have  such  a blessing  as  a wife  like 
me. 

Bolero  (aside).  Unfortunately,  one  does  not  always  appreciate  such 
blessings. 

Aurore . You  can  never  be  too  thankful.  For  what  would  you  be, 
you  Prince  de  Polka,  Duke  de  Fandango,  Marquis  de  Mazurka,  without 
me  ? You’re  horridly  dull. 


Bolero . True. 

Aurore . Senseless — idiotic — with  the  brain  of  a gander  and  the 

courage  of  a mouse  ! 

Bolero . True  ! 

Aurore  * And  yet  you’re  a Prince  ! 

Bolero . Well,  my  dear,  one  cannot  be  everything. 

Aurore . The  King  favours  you  with  his  confidence. 

Bolero . And  borrows  my  purse. 

Aurore.  .Your  neighbours  fear  you. 

Bolero . Because  they  don’t  know  me. 

Aurore.  Your  subjects  loye  you. 

Bolero.  Because  I’ve  annulled  the  Permissive  Bill,  and  allow  them 
to  keep  their  houses  open  at  all  hours.  Believe  me,  I’m  very  grateful. 

Aurore . Have  you  ever  proved  yourself  so  ? For  example,  eighteen 
years  since  this  very  day,  when,  as  a dutiful  wife,  I presented  you  with 
a double  proof  of  my  affection. 

Bolero . Yes,  yes,  Girofle  and  Girofla.' 

Aurore . Well,  on  that  day  did  you,  I ask,  evince  the  slightest 
appreciation  of  so  remarkable  an  event  ? 

Bolero . Well,  my  dear,  you  must  admit  that  twins 

Aurore . Twins! — Oh,  you’re  glad  enough  to  have  them  now. 
What  would  have  become  of  you  now  but  for  my  forethought  in  the 
matter  ? 

Bolero . True  ; but  I am  not  so  prophetically  gifted. 

Aurore.  Here,  on  the  one  side,  you  owe  four  millions  to  your 
bankers — Maraschino  and  Co.  If  not  met,  you  will  be  sued. 

Bolero.  Speaking  frankly,  we  are  not  worth  a sou. 

Aurore . On  the  other  side,  you  have  a neighbour — Mourzouk  the 
Moor — who  carries  fire  and  sword  throughout  your  provinces.  A 
man  without  a penny,  owing  four  millions  to  boot,  has  not  the  means  of 
placing  himself  upon  a respectable  footing. 

Bolero.  To  use  a homely  metaphor,  “we’re  up  a tree.” 

Aurore . You  had  been  but  for  me.  Maraschino  and  Co.  have  a 
son,  unknown  to  us,  ’tis  true.  Mourzouk  was  single.  What  did  I 
do  ? Ran  to  the  Stereoscopic  Company,  and  had  my  children  photo- 
graphed. Sent  the  cartes  of  Girofle  and  Girofla  to  Marasquin  and 
Mourzouk.  The  matches  were  concluded,  and  the  double  event  comes 
off  to-day. 

Bolero.  That  is  if  the  girls  are  pleased  with  your  choice. 

Aurore.  They  would  be  glad  of  anything  that  would  rid  them  of 
the  pink  and  blue  to  which  they  have  been  condemned  these  1 8 years. 
Hush,  here  they’re  coming  to  kiss  you  before  dressing  for  the  cere- 
mony. As  a father  you  should  address  a few  words  of  advice  to 
them.  I have  written  down  a few  admonitory  instructions  which  you 
can  give  them.  [ Gives  him  a paper. 


Enter  Girojle  dressed  in  blue , with  her  Bridesmaids  also  in  blue • 


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COUPLETS. 

Girojle.  Turn  not  away,  here’s  Girofle, 

Come  like  a dutiful  daughter  ; 

Tell  her,  I pray,  what  shall  she  say, 

When  comes  the  husband  who  has  sought  her. 

Marriage,  a serious  business  they  say, 

Holds ‘in  its  chain  our  future  life, 

Never  again  in  her  maiden  array 
Shall  you  see  Maraschino’s  wife. 

Soon  will  her  husband’s  voice  call  her  afar, 

Soon  will  she  hear  his  accents  true  ; 

Then,  when  the  husband  replaces  mamma, 

Tell  her,  papa,  what  shall  she  do. 


Aurore.  Now,  Bolero. 

Bolero . My  dear  Girofle,  at  this  solemn  moment  in  the  life  of 

a young  woman,  when  she  is  about  to  enter  the  married  state 

Girojle . Well,  papa,  there’s  no  occasion  for  you  to  get  into  such  a 


state. 
Bolero . 
Girojle . 
Bolero. 
find  here. 

Girojle . 
reciprocal, 
lord.” 

Aurore. 
are  many 


Unfortunately,  I can’t  get  out  of  it. 

Go  on,  Papa. 

I cannot  give  you  more  appropriate  advice  than  you  will 
(G  ives  her  a paper).  Read  it,  my  child. 

Article  212,  “The  obligations  of  man  and  wife  are 
The  husband  should  protect  his  spouse,  the  wife  obey  her 


This,  my  child,  is  the  law,  but  the  ways  of  interpreting  it 
By  and  bye  I will  show  you  which  is  the  best  in  a woman’s 
point  of  view. 

Bolero . And  you  may  safely  follow  your  mother’s  interpretation  ; 
her  acquaintance  with  marital  law  is  marvellous,  as  I have  experienced 
{aside)  to  my  cost. 

Girojle . Poor  Papa!  {Aside.)  Yet  I suppose  I shall  lead  my 
husband  a similar  life. 

Aurore . And  now,  dear,  go  and  dress. 

Girojle.  Dear,  dear  Papa.  [Exit. 

Aurore . And  me,  Giroflé,  am  I forgotten?  {Girojle  returns — 
embraces  Aurore.)  Courage,  my  child.  To  think  that  I was  once  like 
her. 

Bolero  {aside).  An  extraordinary  stretch  of  imagination.  Aurore, 
you  will  make  her  late. 

Aurore.  Go,  my  child.  [Exit  Girojle. 

Bolero . Now  for  the  other. 


Enter  Girojla  in  pink , Bridesmaids  in  pink  also . 


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COUPLETS. 

Girojla.  Dearest  papa,  here’s  Girofla, 

Come  like  a dutiful  daughter  ; 

Tell  her,  I pray,  what  shall  she  say, 

When  comes  the  husband  who  has  sought  her. 

All  the  beginning  I’ve  long  learned  by  heart, 

Oft  and  oft  I’ve  rehearsed  my  part  ; 

Proudly  the  bridegroom  his  bride  will , discover, 

Modestly  veiled,  her  face  she  will  cover  ; 

Bridegroom  will  bring  me  home,  Ma  will  boo-hoo, 
Breakfast  will  follow, — long  speeches,  too. 

Yes,  but  what  comes  then,  when  all  this  is  over  ? 

Tell  me,  papa,  what  then  must  I do  ? 

Bolero . My  child,  my  dear  Girofla,  at  this  solemn  moment  in  the 

life  of  a young  woman 

Girojla . Is  it  so  very  dreadful  ? 

Bolero . When  she  is 

Aurore . In  short,  my  dear,  your  father  has  just  given  your  sister  a 
few  words  of  advice  on  paper,  which  you  may  peruse  with  profit  while 
dressing. 

Girojla . Yes,  mamma.  [ Exeunt  Girojla  and  Bridesmaids . 

Aurore . Bolero,  what’s  the  time  ? 

Bolero . Half-past  eleven. 

Aurore . And  our  sons  -in  -law  will  be  here  at  twelve.  You  have 
time  to  go  and  meet  them.  On  your  way  to  the  station,  call  at  Admiral 
Matamaros’,  and  remind  him  that  he  is  to  take  ship  to-day  in  pursuit  of 
those  horrid  pirates  who  infest  our  coasts. 

Bolero . I had  quite  forgotten  the  gentlemen.  Last  week  they 
carried  off  twelve  maids,  one  widow,  and  two  wives. 

Aurore . And  some  fine  day  their  chief  will  fancy  me. 

Bolero  {aside).  Their  chief  is  not  so  fanci-fool 
Aurore . What’s  that? 

Bolero.  I merely  remarked  that  he’s  not  such  a fool. 

Enter  Marasquin  {he  holds  a card  in  his  hand). 

Maras . Pardon. 

Aurore.  La  ! how  he  frightened  me.  T thought  it  was  a pirate. 
Maras . {reading  a card).  Don  Bolero  d’Alcarazas — 

Bolero.  The  same. 

Maras . Prince  de  Polka  . . . 

Bolero.  That’s  me. 

Maras . Duke  de  Fandango  . . . 

Bolero.  That’s  me. 

Maras . Marquis  de  Mazurka  . . « 

Bolero . That’s  me. 


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Maras . Et  cetera. 

Bolero . Et  cetera,  you  will  excuse  me,  but  I haven’t  a moment  to 
spare. 

Aurore . You  must  look  in  another  time' — to-morrow  ! 

Maras . But  I can’t  look  in  to-morrow  ! 

Aurore . That  will  be  your  look  out. 

Bolero.  My  dear  young  man,  to  day  our  daughters’  weddings  take 
place — you  understand  ? 

Maras.  Well  I hope  I doj  seeing  that  I’m  to  be  one  of  the 
principal  parties  in  the  ceremony.  Allow  me.  [ Gives  card . 

Bolero.  Marasquin  ? 

Maras.  At  your  service. 

SONG. 

I. 

My  father  is  a banker  old, 

Whose  name  is  known  in  every  city, 

His  signature’s  as  good  as  gold  ; 

He  signs  too  seldom,  more’s  the  pity. 

Your  daughter’s-  too  fair  to  be  poor, 

Her  life,  as  her  face,  should  be  sunny, 

In  marrying  me  she’s  always  sure 
To  have  her  pocket  full  of  money. 

I could  not,  if  I would,  be  mean, 

Nor  keep  a strict  economy, 

For  I am  the  son  of  Maraschin, 

Of  Maraschino  and  Company. 

IL 

My  father  bade  me  ne’er  forget 
To  follow  his  experience  ample, 

And  now  I’ll  make  you  any  bet 
I’ll  profit  by  his  good  example. 

If  once  a year  you  come  to  see 
That  we  get  on  still  andantino, 

To  welcome  you  there’ll  always  be 
Another  little  Maraschino. 

I could  not,  if  I would,  be  mean,  etc. 

Bolero  {aside).  Here’s  a pretty  go  ! A man  to  whom  I owe  four 
millions. 

Aurore.  Really  I am  quite  shocked.  {To  Bolero .)  It’s  all  your  fault. 
Bolero . * Mine  ! 

Aurore . Certainly.  The  idea  of  sending  people  away  without 
allowing  them  time  to  explain  their  business.  But  you  will  excuse  us, 

wont  you  ? The  fact  is,  never  having  seen  you,  we- 

Bolero . We  didn’t  know  you  at  first  sight. 

Maras . Don’t  mention  it,  pray.  {Kisses  Aurore.)  My  dear 
mother-in-law.  ( Kisses  Bolero.)  My  dear  father-in-law. 


II 


Bolero  (aside).  A remarkably  well-behaved  young  man. 

Maras . Where  is  Giroflé  ? 

Aurore . Dressing  for  the  ceremony. 

Maras.  Then  we  are  to  be  married  at  once.  Ah  ! • 

Bolero.  Yes.  We  are  only  waiting  for  our  other  son-in-law. 
Maras.  Mourzouk  ! Have  you  not  received  a letter  ? 

Bolero.  What  letter? 

Maras.  He  was  about  to  set  out  when  he  was  seized'with  a dreadful 
toothache,  which  he  is  afraid  will  prevent  his  putting  in  an  appearance 
to-day. 

Then  we  must  postpone  the  ceremony. 

Nonsense  ! I am  here  ; then  there  is  but  one  wedding  to 


Our  daughters  being  twins  must  both  be  married  as  they 


Aurore. 

Maras. 
adjourn. 

Aurore. 
were  born. 

Bolero  (shocked).  My  dear  ! 

Aurore.  That  is  on  the  same  day  ! 

Maras.  But  Mourzouk  and  I are  not  twins. 

Bolero.  There  is  another  more  cogent  reason.  . Twin  breakfasts 
have  been  ordered,  by  which  some  fifty  per  cent,  is  saved,  and  economy 
with  me  takes  precedence  of  everything. 

Maras.  But  what  have  I to  do  with  your  economy  ? I am  in- 
terested in  your  daughter,  not  your  purse. 

Aurore . And  you  shall  have  her  to-morrow. 

But  L want  her  to-day. 

My  dear  Sir,  you  surely  can  restrain  your  feelings  till  to- 


. Maras . 
Bolero. 
morrow. 

Maras. 
all.  If  I 


My  feelings,  'Sir,  like  your  economy,  take  precedence  of 
am  not  to  be  married  to-day,  I shall  return  home  by 
the  next  train — after  having  insured  my  life.  My  father  shall  know  the 
way  you  have  treated  me.  To-morrow  our  drafts  for  four  millions  shall 
be  presented. 

Aurore.  No,  no,  my  dear  Marasquin  ; (aside)  the  thought  of  that 
draft  makes  me  turn  cold.  It’s  all  your  fault  again. 

Bolero.  My  dear  woman 

Aurore.  Don’t  woman  me,  Sir.  Don’t  be  afraid  ; you  shall  be 
married  to-day.  Why  don’t  you  go  and  inform  Giroflé  of  her  intended 
husband’s  arrival  ? \_Exit  Bolero. 

Maras.  My  dear  mamma.  (Kisses  her.) 

Aurore.  That  will  do,  my  son.  One  may  have  too  much  of  the 
best  of  things. 


Re-enter  Bolero. 


Bolero.  Here  is  my  daughter, 
francs  at  least  ; but  four  millions  ! 


(Aside.)  This  will  cost  me  sixty 
Phew  ! 


Enter  Girofe , Pedro , Paquita , and  Chorus . 


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Chorus . 

ENSEMBLE. 

CHORUS. 

The  wedding -bells  begin  to  play  ; 

O,  happy  lovers,  haste  away. 

Blissful  moment,  sunshine -lighted, 

When  youth  and  peerless  beauty  meet  ; 

When,  in  roseate  bonds  united, 

Lovers  their  happiness  complete. 

Aurore . 
Bolero . 
Girofle . . 

Your  husband,  daughter  ! 

Your  wife,  my  son,  your  blushing  bride  ! 

What  sudden  transport  fills  me  ! 

What  joy — what  sudden  joy  divine  ! 

Bolero . 
Maras . 

What  think  you  of  your  bride? 

Oh,  dear  ! my  heart  goes  pit-a-pat  ; 

In  vain  I try  hard  to  dissemble  ; 

I!m  sure  I must  look  like  a flat — 

And  I’m  all  over  in  a tremble. 

' 

The  cold  is  running  down  my  back* 

My  head  is  gone  gathering  wool, 

In  speech  I’ve  lost  my  happy  knack — 

I’m  sure  I must  look  like  a fool. 

Don’t  you  think  with  me 

Maidens  are  to  blame, 

Making  such  a game 

Of  a youth’s  timidity  ? — 

What  an  awful  shame  ! 

Girofle . 

A • 

To  speak  to  him  I do  not  dare, 

I’m  sure  1 should  stammer  and  stutter  ; 

As  soon  as  I saw  him  appear 

I felt  my  heart  all  in  a flutter. 

The  magic  of  his  smile  had  slain, 

Ere  my  heart  had  time  to  beware, 

She  flutters  now  her  wings  in  vain  ; 

The  bird  is  caught  fast  in  the  snare. 

Don’t  you  think  with  me 

Young  men  are  to  blame, 

Making  such  a game 

Of  a maid’s  timidity  ? — 

What  an  awful  shame  ! 

Aurore . 
Paquita. 
Bolero . 
Maras . 

But  where’s  my  other  daughter  ? 

She’s  dressing  for  the  wedding  ! 

All  right,  then  ; we  must  wait. 

No,  no,  I will  not  wait. 

Chorus , 

Tell  her  to  follow  to  the  altar  straight. 

Blissful  moment,  sunshine-lighted,  etc. 

[. Exeunt  all \ 

The  pirates  rise  from  behind  wall , advance , and  sing , 


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CHORUS  OF  PIRATES. 

Of  all  the  charms  of  our  profession, 

There’s  none  that  needs  so  much  discretion, 
In  carrying  out  a plan  well  laid, 

As  when  we  want  to  bear  away 
A tender,  timid,  trembling  maid, 

Who  falls  in  our  way. 

Now  Girofla,  the  little  dear, 

All  unsuspecting  will  soon  be  Fere  ; 
Whene’er  she  comes  we  must  be  sly, 

And  bear  her  off  ere  she  can  cry. 

But  in  all  this  we  must  use  care, 

And  treat  with  due  respect  the  fair. 

Hush  ! — Not  a breath  ! — 

Be  still  as  death  ! 

Of  all  the  charms,  etc. 


(They  hide . Then  enter  Girofla,  wearing  pink  ribbons , and  her 

Bridesmaids .) 


. CHORUS  OF  BRIDESMAIDS. 

Make  haste  ; lost  time  we  must  recover. 

Make  haste,  and  to  the  church  repair. 

The  ceremony’s  almost  over  ; — 

There’s  not  a moment  left  to  spare. 

[The pirates  appear . Maids  Jly  off. 


Girojle . 
Chorus . 
Pedro . 
(advances). 
Pirate . 


Chorus. 


The  pirates  Î Oh,  dear  ! Oh,  the  wretches  ! 
Behold  her  safe  in  our  clutches. 

’ Have  no  fear,  I’m  here  ! 

. Look  out,  ye  slaves,  I’ll  make  ye  bellow  ! 

Let  some  one  take  away  this  fellow  ! 1 

Be  silent  all — no  noise — no  cries  ; 

Lest  after  all  we  lose  our  prize. 

Of  all  the  charms,  etc. 


[The pirates  carry  off  Pedro  and  Girojla , 


Enter  Paquita. 

Paquita . What  do  I see  ? Pedro  and  Mdlle.  Girofla  carried  off  by 
the  pirates!  Poor  dear  Pedro!  What’s  to  be  done  ? (bursts  into  tears). 
Help  l help  ! 

Enter  Bolero . 


Bolero . Where  can  Girofla  be  ? Ah  ! here’s  her  maid  ! 
Paquita . Ah  ! if  you  only  knew  ! 


Bçlero.  The  chances  are  I should  be  the  wiser. 

Paquita . Pedro  has  been  carried  off  by  pirates  (through  her  tears). 
And— Gi— ro— fla— 

Bolero . What!  Girofla? 

Paquita . Oh,  yes  ! I saw  them  both.  They  are  still  in  sight. 

Bolero.  What  ho,  there  ! Stop  ! Thieves  ! Help  ! Police  ! 

Paquita.  Call  out  the  Fleet. 

Bolero.  What  use  is  it  in  flight  ? 

Paquita.  Then  call  out — Madame  ! 

Bolero.  O Girofla,  my  child  ! To-morrow’s  sun  will  find  .my 
daughter. 

Paquita . Where  ? 

Bolero.  I wish  I knew.  Mourzouk  will  have  arrived,  and  I, 
undone,  for  I’ve  no  wife  to  give  him.  Hush  ! here’s  my  wife — stand 
close. 

Aurore  enters , greatly  agitated. 

Aurore.  So  here  you  are.  I send  you  to  look  after  Girofla,  and  Ï 
find  you  with  her  maid. 

Bolero . What  do  you  mean  ? Ma — dam  ! 

Aurore . Don’t  swear,  Sir,  at  me. 

Bolero . One  cannot  always  contend  against  fate. 

Aurore.  Especially  if  fate  be  young  and  handsome. 

Bolero  (in  a solemn  tone).  Man’s  life  is  a pilgrimage  ! 

Aurore.  And  a pretty  specimen  of  a pilgrim  you  are  ! 

Bolero.  To-day  the  sun  shines.  All  looks  bright  and  happy — 
when  suddenly  a dark  cloud  scuds  across  the  sky.  Pirates  arrive. 

Aurore.  Pirates  ! 

Bolero.  Aurore  ! 

Aurore.  Ha! 

Bolero.  Oh  ! 

Aurore.  No  more.  I divine  it  all.  They  have  carried  off  my 
child. 

Paquita . Pedro,  too  ! 

Aurore.  But  no  ! it  cannot  be!  You  would  never  have  allowed — 

Bolero.  My  dear,  I — 

Aurore.  Inhuman  parent  ! You  have  sacrificed  your  child! 

Bolero  (in  a terrible  excitement).  Sacrificed  the — cat!  Pm  bruised 
and  beaten  well-nigh  to  a jelly  ! Fight!  You  should  have  seen  me. 
Ask  Paquita.  She  saw  all.  I slew — I don’t  know  how  many  ; and, 
after  fighting  like  Achilles,  I succumbed  to  numbers. 

Aurore.  You  should  have  fought  till  death. 

Bolero.  Ah  ! that  thought  didn’t  strike  me. 

Aurore.  A pretty  mess' we  are  in — and  all  your  fault,  as  usual. 

Bolero.  But  I say  No! 

Aurore.  Keep  your  Noes  for  Mourzouk,  for  he’ll  surely  pull  it  when 
he  comes  to-morrow  for  his  wife. 


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Bolero.  What  is  to  be  done  ? 

Aurore . Let  Matamoros  make  sail  at  once.  Ere  night  he  may 
re-capture  Girofla. 

Paquita . And  Pedro. 

Aurore . Away,  then,  quickly  ! We’ve  not  an  hour  to  lose. 

Bolero . I fly  ! 

Aurore  {drags  Bolero).  Come  on  ! 

Bolero  {drags  Paquita ).  Come  off!  Q Exeunt . 

[^Shouts  of  “ Long  live  the  Bride  f &c. 


Enter  Marasquin , Girofle. 
Maras . Thanks,  friends,  thanks. 


Girofle 
and 
Maras . 

Maras. 


Girofle. 


DUO. 

Girofle  and  Marasquin. 

All  is  over  ; we  are  married  ; 

I to  you,  and  you  to  me. 

Why  to  marry  have  we  tarried  ? 

Ah  ! how  nice,  how  nice  ’twill  be  ! 

If  a. stranger  should  endeavour 
To  persuade  you,  with  a sigh, 

You  could  break  this  marriage  tie, 
And  our  future  life  could  sever, 

Tell  me  how  you  would  reply. 

I should  say,  Too  late  you’ve  spoken, 
What  is  bound  cannot  be  broken, 

All  that’s  done  is  for  the  best. 


If  some  jealous,  spiteful  beauty 
Should  to  make  you  hate  me  try  ; 

If  my  truth  she  did  deny, 

And  accuse  my  want  of  duty, 

Tell  me,  what  should  you'reply  ? 

Maras . I should  say,  Too  late,  See. 

Girofle.  Isn’t  it  droll,  Marasquin,  to  think  that  we  are  now  man 
and  wife. 

Maras.  Not  after  Mr.  Wilkie  Collins’s  idea. 

Girofle.  Mr.  Collins’s  idea  is  all  a fiction  ; ours,  I hope,  all  affec- 
tion Î A nice  distinction,  Marasquin. 

Maras.  And  a difference.  We  belong  mutually  one  to  the  other. 

Girofle.  I am  afraid  you’ll  find  me  rather  an  expensive  luxury,  at 
least  so  Pa  says. 

Maras.  And  pray  what  does  Pa  know  about  it  ? 


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Girojlê . All  ; he  gave  me  full  instructions  this  morning. 

Maras . What  may  they  have  been  ? 

Girofle.  Firstly,  I am  to  obey  you  in  everything. 

Maras . Quite  right. 

Girofle.  In  reason  ; that  is  to  say,  when  your  demands  are  in  keep- 
ing with  my  inclinations.  This  is  an  emendation  of  mamma’s. 

Maras.  I thought  so  ; the  idea  is  too  bold  for  your  Papa.  Emen- 
dations are  seldom  any  improvement  upon  the  text.  Now  for*  the 
second  item. 

Girofle . Secondly,  I am  never  to  contradict  you. 

Maras . Quite  right. 

Girofle . Excepting  when  your  ideas  are  antagonistic  to  mine. 
Thirdly — perhaps  you  don’t  want  to  hear  any  more  ? 

Maras . Go  on,  love. 

Girofle . I am  to  consult  you  in  everything. 

Maras . Quite  right. 

Girofle . Everything  except  such  matters  as  I may  deem  beneath 
your  judgment.  Shall  I go  on  ? 

Maras.  No,  dear,  we’ll  adjourn  the  reading  till  after  the  honey- 
moon. Do  you  know  that  I am  of  a timid  disposition  ? 

Girojlê.  Very  shy,  aren’t  you  ? 

Maras . Yes,  very. 

Girofle . I thought  so 

Maras . What  made  you  think  so,  little  puss  ? 

Girofle . Because  I’ve  noticed  that  in  general  men  who  are  the  most 
conceited  are  the  most  shy. 

Maras . I’m  afraid  I shall  sometimes  stand  in  need  of  a little 
management. 

Girofle.  Oh  you  shall  have  it,  dear,  My  orders  are  to  obey,  and 
this  comes  within  my  idea  of  a reasonable  demand. 

Maras.  Suppose  I were  to  ask  you  for  a 

Girofle.  For  a 

Maras.  For  a kiss  ? 

Girofle . Is  that  all  ? 

Maras.  Only  a little  one,  a tiny  little  little  one  ? * 

Girofle.  Oh  dear!  you  need  not  be  so  ardent  in  your  request.  You 
shall  have  half-a-dozen  if  you  like. 

Maras.  (Kiss.)  You  angel. 

Girofle.  Hush  ! here’s  papa. 

\Enter  Aurore , Bolero , and  Paquita. 

Aurore.  There’s  one  thing  off  my  mind.  Matamoros  has 
engaged  to  restore  Girofla  before  bed  time.- 

Bolero.  Yes,  upon  the  promise  of  10,000  piastres. 

Aurore.  10,000  pie-crusts!  I’d  have  promised  him  a million, 
rather  than  disappoint  that  ferocious  Moor  to-morrow.  [ 'Trumpet . 

Bolero.  What’s  that  ? 

Paquita  (on  Terrace).  His  Highness  Prince  Mourzouk. 

All.  Mourzouk  ! Impossible  ! 

Bolero.  Good  bye,  dear  Marasquin.  [Going,  but  is  met  by  Moors . 


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CHORUS  OF  MOORS. 

Make  way,  ye  slaves,  and  let  us  pass  ; 

F rom  distant  regions  we  have  come  ; 

As  fierce  as  fire,  as  bold  as  brass, 

With  admiration  you’re  struck  dumb. 

See  our  shining  scimitars  flashing, 

See  our  splendid  uniforms  dashing, 

Have  you  e’er  seen  such  an  invasion  ? 

Have  you  had  such  a sensation  ? 

When  with  gold  our  coats  we  bedizen, 

As  we  pass  by 
Women  all  cry  : 

Such  noble  fellows  we  ne’er  cast  eyes  on, 

Mour.  ’Tis  I,  Mourzouk  ! Good  day  ! Good  day  ’ 

Let’s  waste  no  time.  Hast  ought  to  say  i 
The  less  you  say,  the  less  I stay  ; 

The  less  you  say,  the  sooner  I’m  away. 

Chorus  {repeat).  Make  way,  & c. 

Enter  Mourzouk . 

Mour . {to  his  attendants ).  Vanish!  [Exeunt  Moors, 

Girofle  {aside).  What  a Turk  ! 

Bolero  {aside).  I begin  to  feel  uneasy. 

Mour.  Well,  is  this  a Quakers’  meeting  ? [ Stamps — all  tremble . 

Girofle  {aside).  It’s  more  like  a Shakers’  meeting. 

Mour.  Have  you  lost  your  tongues  ? Is  it  thus  I am  received  ? 
Where  is  my  father-in-law  ? 

Bolero.  I am  the  father-in-law.  {Aside.)  I wish  I was  farther  indeed. 
Mour.  Ha  ! you  are  father-in-law.  What  have  you  got  to  say  for 
yourself  ? 

Girofle.  To  whom  are  you  talking,  you  ill-bred  savage  ? 

Mour.  What! 

Bolero.  My  daughter  was  speaking  to  me. 

Girofle.  Indeed,  I was  . . . [_  Aurore  stops  her. 

Mour.  {to  Bolero).  Come  here  ! Nearer! 

Bolero.  The  fact  is  . . . I you  . . . we  did 

not  expect  you  here  to-day. 

Mour.  I changed  my  mind.  Are  you  sorry  ? 

Bolero.  O dear,  no  ! so  glad  ! 

Mour . I’m  glad  to  hear  it  ; I hate  sorrow.  Nobody’s  ever  sad 
about  me. 

Girofle  {aside).  I should  think  not. 

Mour.  Never  allow  it  ; never  mean  to  {stamps). 

Bolero.  We  were  under  the  idea  that  you  were  confined  to  your 
room  with  your  teeth. 

Mour.  So  I was,  but  they’re  all  out.  No  more  jaw  . . . Where’s 
my  bride  ! {To  Girofle .)  Ah  ! th°re  she  is. 

B 


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Girofle . Your  Highness  does  me  too  much  honour.  I’m  not  the 
lady. 

Maras . Madame  is  my  wife. 

Girofle . And  Monsieur  is  my  husband. 

Bolero.  Yes,  this  lady,  you  observe,  wears  a blue  ribbon  ; your  wife 
has  a pink  one. 

Mour . Where  is  the  pink  ribbon  ? Let  me  see  her  at  once. 

Bolero  ( aside  to  Aurore ).  What’s  to  be  done  ? 

Aurore.  Don’t  ask  me.  You’re  the  head  of  the  house. 

Mour . Answer  I Where  is  the  pink  ribbon  ? 

Bolero . We  did  not  expect  you  to-day.  Girofla  is 

Mour . What  ? 

Bolero . Asleep. 

Mour . Go  ; wake  her. 

Girofle.  It’s  not  the  custom  here. 

Bolero . To-morrow  you  shall  see  her  as  soon  as  you  like. 

Mour.  To-morrow  Î There’s  no  such  word  in  my  vocabulary. 
Aurore.  You  know  what  young  girls  are  ? 

Mour . I fancy  I do. 

Girofle  {aside).  Ugh!  the  brute. 

Aurore.  We  told  Girofla  that  the  ceremony  would  not  take  place 
before  to-morrow.  Filled  with  this  idea,  she  went  to  sleep,  and  to 

awaken  her  to  her  wedding  would  be 

Mour.  Rubbish!  To-morrow  I start  for  Brighton,  where  I shall 
visit  the  Octopus. 

Bolero  {aside).  We  must  gain  time.  What  would  you  say  to  a 
wedding  at  midnight  ? 

Mour.  I’ll  be  married  at  once. 

Bolero.  It  cannot  be. 

Mour.  Cannot  ! Can-not  ! Just  repeat  that,  will  you. 

Bolero.  I repeat  it — It  cannot  be. 

[. Mourzouk  draws  his  dagger. 

Bolero.  No,  no  ! {To  Aurore .)  What  am  I to  say  ? 

Aurore . I don’t  know  ! It’s  your  affair,  not  mine. 

Mour.  Am  I to  be  married  ? Yes  or  no  ! 

Girofle  {to  Bolero).  Humour  him  ;• — say  yes. 

Maras.  Do  let  him  have  his  way. 

Aurore.  Say  yes  ! Do  as  you’re  bid. 

Bolero.  It’s  all  very  well  to  say  yes  ; but  you  know  I can’t. 

Mour.  Lend  me  your  ear.  Don’t  fear,  it  wont  come  off.  I’ll  go 
upstairs  and  wax  my  moustache  ! In  five  minutes  I shall  be  back,  and 
if  my  bride  is  not  ready,  you  may  say  good-bye  to  your  wife. 

\_Exit. 

Bolero.  I am  lost  ! 

Maras.  I’ll  go  and  calm  him.  Meanwhile,  tell  Girofla  to  get 
ready. 

Mour.  {returning).  Five  minutes,  you  understand  ! 

[Exit  with  Marasquin. 


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Bolero.  Five  minutes — 300  seconds! 

Girojle . There  is  a deal  of  useless  fuss  about  very  little.  Papa  has 
only  to  comply  with  Mourzouk’s  request; — and  I see  nothing  particu- 
larly outrageous  in  it. 


Bolero . Of  course  you  don’t, 
sacrifice  her  in  a moment. 


If  your  sister  were  here,  I would 


Giro  fie. 
A urore. 
Giro fie. 
Bolero. 
Aurore. 


My  sister  not  here  ? 
Alas  ! no. 

What  has  happened  \ 


Tell  me  at  once. 

Ah  ! my  child  ! She  has  been  carried  off  by  pirates. 

And  very  likely  at  this  moment  she  is  ticketed  for  sale  or 
hire  at  the  market  place  of  Constantinople. 

Girofle.  Among  the  “objets  de  vertu”  and  “articles  de  luxe/’ 
My  poor  sister  ! 

Bolero . Your  poor  father,  you  mean.  Think  of  this  wild  beast 
who  will  return  in  a few  moments  to  devour  us. 

Giro  fie.  To  devour  you,  papa.  Papa,  pray  don’t  include  us  in  the 
repast. 

Aurore  (picks  up  Girofla’s  ribbon).  Here  is  the  poor  child’s  rosette. 

Bolero.  Would  they  had  cut  her  beau  ! 

Aurore.  Happy  thought  ! Why  not  ? Giroflé,  come  here.  How 
pale  you  look  ! your  complexion  suffers  from  this  ribbon.  This  agrees 
with  you  much  better.  There  ! you  are  quite  altered  ( takes  off  blue 
ribbon,  puts  on  pink  ribbon ). 

Girofle . But  this  is  Girofla’s. 

It  was  ; now  it’s  yours.  You  must  replace  the  daughter  I 


Aurore. 
have  lost. 
Giroflé. 
Aurore. 


I don’t  understand. 

Now  you’re  Girofla  ; you  must  marry  Mourzouk. 


thing  will  be  settled  to  the  satisfaction  of  everybody. 


Every- 


Girofle.  Except  the  one  most  interested. 

Bolero.  I§  no  other  alternative  left  us  ? 

Aurore.  None. 

Girofle.  Nonsense  ! Am  I not  Marasquin’s  wife  ? 

Bolero.  Well,  the  fact  is 

Aurore.  Never  mind  facts  ; with  you  they’re  chimeras. 

Girojle.  But  excuse  me 

Aurore.  We  will  after  the  ceremony.  This  evening  Matamoros  will 
have  restored  your  sister  ; we  will  then  make  the  necessary  exchange. 
Mourzouk  and  Marasquin  will  be  none  the  wiser. 

Bolero  (aside).  Egad  ! my  wife  would  on  ’Change 

Girojle.  But  I shall  have  two  husbands. 

One  for  each  hand. 

Like  a pair  of  gloves. 


Aurore . 
Bolero. 
Girojle. 
Bolero. 
Giroflé. 


I may  not  be  able  to  get  them  off  when  I wish. 

’Tis  a privilege  that  falls  to  the  lot  of  a twin. 

What,  to  have  two  husbands  ! If  it  be  so,  surely  she  is  at 
liberty  to  choose  her  partners. 

Bolero . But  it  will  only  be  till  Matamoros  returns. 


B 2 


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Girofle . But  Matamoros  may  never  arrive. 

Aurore . Nonsense,  child  ! Do  as  you’re  told. 

COUPLETS. 

I. 

Girofle.  Hast  forgot  how  you  said,  this  morning, 

To  my  spouse  I must  submission  pay  ; 
And  his  word — don’t  forget  your  warning — 
In  everything  I must  obey. 

To  show  you  all  respect  expedient, 

I promised  all  his  will  to  do  ; 

But  if  I am  to  have  husbands  two, 

To  which  am  I to  be  obedient  ? 

II. 

There’s  no  question  that  both  the  claimants 
Should  o’er  me  have  the  same  control  ; 

Of  this  property  both  the  tenants, 

It  is  my  duty  to  console. 

But  this,  perhaps,  were  inexpedient  ; 

If  both  my  husbands  differed  still, 
Determined  each  to  have  his  will, 

T o which  am  I to  be  obedient  ? 

Aurore.  Collect  yourself. 

Bolero.  And  prove  that  you  are  equal  to  the  occasion. 
Girofle.  Unnatural  parents  ! I will  rise  above  it. 


Enter  Mourzouk , Marasquin , Paquita , Chorus. 


Finale  of  Act. 


CHORUS  AND  SEXTETT. 

Chorus.  Now’s  the  day  and  now’s  the  hour 

Hymen  proves  his  magic  power. 
None  so  strong  they  dare  defy  ; 
None  so  sweet  but  must  comply. 
Hymen  sure  is  in  the  air — 

Lo  : here  comes  another  pair. 
Mour.  Dost  remember  what  I said, 

My  respectable  papa  ? 


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Bolero . 


Paquita. 

Mour . 

Maras . 

Girofle . 

Maras. 

Bolero. 

Mour. 

Maras. 

Paquita , Bolero , Ï 
Aurore.  ) 

Mour . 

Maras. 

Aurore. 

Bolero. 

Chorus. 


I paid  the  best  attention 

To  all  you  were  pleased  to  mention  ; 

And  here  I bring  you  Girofla, 

Let  me  present  you  Girofla. 

Girofla  ! what  on  earth  does  this  mean  ? 
Beauteous  Girofla.  Eh  ! by  my  father’s  turban, 
How  like  she  is  to  Girofle. 

How  like  she  is  to  my  wife  ! 

Woe  betide  us  I Woe  betide  ! 

Introduce  me,  father-in-law, 

To  the  sister  of  my  bride. 

Girofla,  your  brother-in-law  ; 

Marasquin,  your  sister-in-law. 

You’ll  not  refuse  to  be  my  best  man  ! 

Most  heartily,  brother,  I approve  your  plan. 

He  has  to  give  his  own  wife  away  ! 

Then  come,  my  beauteous  bride, 

To  church  let’s  haste  away. 

But  stay  a moment  ; where’s  my  Girofle  ? 

She’ll  join  us  yonder  by  and  bye. 

To  church,  to  church  ; I’ll  lead  the  way. 

The  wedding  bells  begin  to  play,  etc. 

[Procession. 


END  OF  ACT  I. 


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ACT  II. 


A Moorish  saloon  in  Bolero's  house . 


Bolero  ( discovered  with  telescope  at  window).  Naught  can  I see  but 
ocean.  In  my  eye  there’s  nothing  but  one  vast  expanse  of  green. 
What’s  this  ? At  last  ! A sail  I do  descry  ? No  ! 

Enter  Paquita. 

Paquita.  What  news,  sir  ? 

Bolero.  None*  In  the  ordinary  course  of  things  one  has  too  many 
daughters.  Sons-in-law  are  at  a premium.  But  with  me  nature  has 
not  dealt  beneficently.  I have  unfortunately  not  enough  daughters  to 
meet  the  demand. 

Paquita.  It  is  now  four  hours  since  Matamoros  sailed. 

Bolero . And  I am  still  alone.  Things  are  growing  desperate.  In 
the  hope  of  Girofla’s  return  I have  promenaded  my  sons -in -law  till 
their  feet  ached,  and  all  to  no  purpose.  Paquita,  I’m  undone. 

Paquita.  Where,  Sir? 

Bolero.  Everywhere.  Even  the  stitch  I had  in  my  side  has  left  me, 
and  a child  might  fell  me  with  a hem  ! Every  minute  I expect  to  see 
my  sons-in-law,  and  there  is  a batch  of  young  cousins  just  arrived  as  full 
of  mischief  as  kittens,  clamouring  to  see  the  brides.  You  are  a woman, 
what  would  you  do  in  my  place  ? 

Paquita.  Well,  never  having  been  a father,  I am  quite  at  a loss. 

Bolero < So  am  I — were  my  wife  here  now,  she  might — What’s 
that  ? 

Paquita . ’Tis  the  guests? 

Bolero . I guessed  as  much. 

Enter  Guests  and  Cousins . 


Chorus  of  Guests. 

Pray  accept  our  congratulations, 

On  this  most  auspicious  day, 

Right  you  were  to  send  us  invitations, 
First  rate  knife  and  fork  we  play. 
Notary.  The  Notary  am  I ! 

Groomsman.  As  Groomsman  I appear  Î 
Lawyer.  The  Lawyer’s  clerk  am  1 1 
Bolero.  I’m  sure  you  all  are  welcome  here. 


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Uncle . Pm  the  rich  Uncle,  let  me  mention, 

And  that’s  the  reason  why  they  pay  me  such  attention  ! 
Godfather . And  I am  the  Godpapa. 

Godmamma . And  I am  the  Godmamma. 

Both . This  entertainment  you’ll  find  rather  dear. 

Toting  Man . To  dance  quadrilles  is  my  career. 

Bolero . I’m  sure  you’re  all  most  welcome  here. 

Cousins . And  we  are  all  the  cousins  of  the  bride. 

We’re  gay  young  sparks, 

We’re  up  to  larks  ; 

To  care  and  sorrow  woe  betide  ! 

For  we’re  invited  to  make  fun 
Of  everything  and  everyone. 

Bolero . The  sight  of  these  young  rebels  makes  me  queer, 

I’m  sure  you’re  all  most  welcome  here  ! 

Chorus . Pray  accept,  etc. 

Enter  Marasquin  and  Mourzouk. 

Maras . Thanks  ! friends,  thanks  ! 

Mour . Well,  Father-in-law  ! 

Bolero . Pm  your  most  humble — Ah  ! à table  ! à table  ! 

Mour . Allow  me  one  moment.  The  company  is  not  complete. 
Bolero . Not  complete  ? I don’t  miss  anybody.  Oh  ! of  course, 
my  wife.  ( Calling .)  Aurore  ! 

Aurore  (without).  All  right  Î 


(She  enters .) 


Bolero  (aside  to  Aurore).  And  Girofle  ? 

Aurore  (aside  to  Bolero).  Hush  ! she’s  in  her  room.  I’ve  locked 
the  door.  Silence  î W e are  observed.  Gentlemen,  the  ladies  wait. 

Mour.  ’Tis  me  who  wait.  I want  my  wife. 

Maras.  And  I mine. 

Aurore.  They’ll  be  here  in  a second. 

Mour.  But  sixty  seconds  make  a minute,  and  sixty  minutes  make 
one  tired.  I start  to-morrow  morning. 

Bolero.  There’s  plenty  of  time  between  this  and  then. 

Aurore.  A table  ! [ Exeunt . 

All.  A table  ! 

Aurore  (to  Bolero ).  Go  you  after  them.  I will  remain  here. 

Bolero.  Nay,  darling,  after  you. 

Aurore  (pushing  Bolero).  Go,  go,  leave  me  the  glass.  (Taking 
the  telescope). 

Bolero . I’m  going.  Exit. 

Aurore.  Oh  ! what  a husband  ; no  courage,  no  wit.  ’Tis  no 
reason  that  all  must  be  lost  because  Matamoros  is  not  to  his  time.  He 
can’t  now  be  far  off.  Let’s  see. 


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Enter  Bolero , with  his  napkin  round  his  neck , 

Bolero , Aurore  ! Aurore  ! 

Aurore , It’s  you  ! is  it  ? 

Bolero , Things  can  no  longer  go  on  thus.  There  they  are  shouting 
for  their  wives. 

Aurore , Go  tell  them  they  shall  have  them. 

Bolero . I have  told  them  so.  They’ve  swallowed  my  promises  with 
their  dinner,  and  they’ve  had  a surfeit  of  both. 

Aurore . Bah  ! [Exit, 

Bolero,  Leave  me  the  telescope.  I am  between  the  horns  of  a 
dilemma.  Poor  Girofle  stands  thus  between  two  husbands.  . Nothing 
but  sea  as  usual.  ( Girojle  enters .)  Girofle  ! 

Girojle,  ’Tis  I.  I’ve  had  enough  of  imprisonment  for  one  evening 
at  least. 

DUETT. 

Girojle,  Papa  ! I’ll  not  stand  this  any  more. 

Bolero  My  darling  child,  have  pity,  pray, 

Have  pity  on  your  Pa’s  dismay. 

Girojle . I’ll  not  stand  this  any  more  ! 

Bolero,  You’re  becoming  quite  a bore  ! 

Girojle,  My  dear  Papa,  you’re  much  mistaken, 

Your  wits  you  have  forsaken, 

If  you  imagine  still 

That  I wont  have  my  way  and  will  ; 

To  keep  me  shut  up  there  Î 
I wonder  how  you  dare  ! 

Escape  I’ve  vainly  tried, 

For  I to-day  was  made  a bride  ; 

Pray  why  should  I be  shut  up  idle, 

And  not  allowed  to  see  my  own  bridal  ? 

With  Maraschino,  what  have  you  done  ? K 
A wife  should  be  by  her  husband’s  side. 

We  might  as  well  have  longer  tarried, 

We  might  as  well  have  ne’er  been  married. 

’Twas  not  to  live  alone 

That  I to-day  was  made  a bride. 

Bolero,  My  patience  now  you  sorely  try, 

You  make  your  poor  old  father  cry  ! 

Girojle,  Don’t  dear  me  Î You  hold  me  cheap  enough,  it  seems. 

[Galls  of  “ The  Brides  ! the  Brides  Î ” 

Bolero,  Hark  ! they’re  calling  for  the  brides. 

Girojle,  Well,  I’ll  go  ! 

Bolero,  No,  Girofle  ! If  they  see  one,  they’ll  want  the  other. 
Aurore  (entering).  We  are  lost!  They  will  not  hear  reason.  (Sees 
Girojle .)  What,  Giroflé ! Away!  quick!  hide  yourself.  They  are 
at  my  heels. 


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Bolero. 
Aurore . 
Girojlé. 
Aurore. 
Girojlé. 
Bolero. 
nice  to-do. 
Aurore. 
Girojlé . 


Maras . 
Aurore . 
Bolero . 


Who? 

Our  sons-in-law.  Here  I inhere!  (opening  a small  door) . 
What  ! in  this  cupboard  ? 

In  this  cupboard,  love  ! 

I’m  too  well  bred  for  that  ! What  have  I done  ? 

Nothing,  my  dear  ; only  if  you’re  seen  here,  there’ll  be  a 

Quick  ! quick  ! 

My  mother  ! [ They  put  her  into  the  cabinet. 

Marasquin  enters , seeing  Girojlé. 

What’s  this  ? Ha  ! 

Marasquin  ! 

’Twas  a close  shave  ! 


Enter  Mourzouk . 

Mour.  Ha  ! ha  ! we’ve  had  enough  of  this. 

Maras.  Be  calm  ! 

Mour.  Yes  ! when  I’ve  scalped  yon  hoary-headed  old  hypocrite  ! 

Maras.  Persuasion  is  better  than  force. 

Bolero  (aside).  I think  I shall  go. 

Aurore . What  is  the  matter  ? 

Mour.  The  matter-r  ? 

Maras.  Well,  the  fact  is,  here  we  are  married  since  this  morning. 

Mour . And  not  allowed  to  have  a second  look  at  our  wives. 
What  do  you  think  we  were  married  for  ? Do  you  think  we  married 
your  daughters  for  the  sake  of  your  company  ! 

Maras.  Plummed  up  with  promises  that  we  should  see  our  wives  at 
dinner. 

Mour.  And  here  we  are  at  dessert  ! We’ll  end  this  ! 

Maras.  What  is  your  answer  ? 

Aurore.  My  dear  good  gentleman,  your  impatience  is  excusable. 
1 really  can’t  understand  why  my  daughters  have  thus  held  themselves 
aloof.  I’ll  go  and  find  them. 

Bolero  (quickly).  Yes,  I will  go  with  you. 

Aurore . We  may  be  some  time. 

Bolero.  Their  room  is  so  far  off,  you  know. 

Maras.  Are  you  quite  sure  they  are  so  far  off?  Suppose  we  were 
just  to  open  yonder  door  ! 

Bolero  (aside).  He  has  seen  all! 

Mour.  By  the  beard  of  Mahomet!  what  is  the  meaning  of  all 
this  ? Our  wives  are  there  ! [ Goes  to  door. 

Aurore  (at  the  door).  No,  no,  my  dear  son-in-law.  Listen  to  me, 
and  I will  tell  you  all. 

Mour.  No  more  fabrications  ! 

Aurore.  Mourzouk,  Marasquin,  I beg  of  you!  You  know  what  it 
is  to  be  a mother. 


2Ô 


Bolero  (aside).  What  on  earth  is  she  going  to  tell  him  ? 

Aurore . My  daughters  are  treasures  of  innocence. 

Maras . Well,  we  hope  so  ! 

Aurore . The  fact  is  there  is  a dozen  or  so  of  young  scapegraces  of 
cousins  here,  who  have  come  with  the  sole  purpose  of  amusing  them- 
selves, and,  as  our  children  are  so  susceptible,  we  decided  that  to  avoid 
these  gay  young  relatives  they  should  dine  alone  in  this  room,  where 
they  will  remain  for  the  evening. 

Bolero  (aside).  That’s  a master  stroke  ! 

Mour.  The  whole  of  the  evening  ? 

Maras.  No,  she’s  only  joking. 

Bolero . Not  at  all,  my  dear  Sir,  you  understand  . . 

Mour . This  is  beyond  endurance  ! [ Stamps . 


Enter  the  Guests . 

Guests . What’s  the  matter  ? 

Mour.  They  refuse  to  let  us  see  our  wives  Î 

Maras.  We  are  told  they  will  be  kept  close  the  whole  of  the 
evening. 

Aurore . We  have  the  right  to  do  so  if  we  like. 

Maras,  and  Mour.  Not  at  all  ! 

The  Cousins  (interposing).  One  moment! 

Aurore  and  Bolero  (aside).  It’s  all  over  now. 

Fernand . We  don’t  object  to  your  forbidding  your  sons-in-law  to 
open  that  door,  but  we  wish  it  opened  to  us  ! 

Aurore  and  Bolero . To  you  ! 

Fernand . Tous! 

Gusman . We’ve  not  yet  kissed  the  brides. 

Aurore.  The  brides  ? 

Gusman.  Certainly,  it  is  the  custom  here. 

Bolero.  Egad,  the  cat  is  out  of  the  hamper. 

Aurore.  I cannot  allow  it,  it’s  a stupid  custom,  and  you,  my  sons, 
will  you  allow  it  ? 

Maras.  Certainly,  since  to  kiss  one’s  wives  that  door  must  be 
opened  ! 

Mour . And  we’ll  see  that  kissing  goes  no  further. 

Bolero . But  it  is  quite  out  of  date — no  longer  in  fashion. 

Maras . Then  it  should  be,  for  to  kiss  a woman  never  was  a sin. 


SONG  AND  CHORUS. 

Maras.  Fools  may  jeer,  and  prigs  may  prate, 
About  our  fathers’  customs  bold, 
Never  will  we  underrate 

The  manners  of  the  days  of  old. 


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I. 

On  his  wedding  day,  the  husband 
Should  not  lightly  take  offence  ; 

He  should  laugh  at  others’  envy, 

For  jealousy  is  want  of  sense. 

If  a suitor  kiss  his  bride, 

Or  put  his  arm  about  her  waist, 

He  should  take  the  compliment 
As  a tribute  to  his  taste. 

Chorus.  Fools  may  jeer,  etc. 

II. 

Don’t  suppose  for  such  a trifle 
I should  ever  interfere, 

If  my  wife  should  kiss  her  cousins, 

Do  you  suppose  I’d  shed  a tear  ? 

So  my  father,  open  quickly, 

Let  them  at  your  daughter  peep, 

Since  they  say  it  is  the  custom, 

Good  old  customs  we  will  keep. 

Chorus.  Fools  may  jeer,  etc. 

Fernand.  Now  I hope  you’re  effectually  silenced.  Music  in  this 
instance  has  not  only  charms  but  reason  also.  Now  for  the  door  ! 
Aurore.  No,  no.  ( Places  herself  before  the  door.') 

Bolero.  Stand  back  ! 

Fernand.  Ha  ! ha  ! Away  with  him. 

\They  lift  Bolero  upon  their  shoulders  and  cry  Victory  ! Dance  music 
heard.  All  cry  The  Ball  ! the  Ball  commences  ! 

Bolero.  At  last.  ( They  sing  and  they  dance  off  to  the  following  chorus ) : 

Hark,  the  gay  and  festive  measure 
Wakes  us  from  a lazy  trance, 

Joyful  echoes,  strains  of  pleasure, 

Bid  us  all  to  join  the  dance. 

Aurore.  Lose  no  time,  but  take  your  places. 

Bolero.  Lose  no  time,  begin  at  once. 

( Chorus  repeat .) 

Aurore  and  Bolero.  Let’s  begin  to  dance  at  once. 

Maras.  Excuse  me,  but  I want  my  wife. 

Maras,  and  Mour.  This  is  shameful,  most  disgraceful. 

[ All  dance  off. 

Chorus.  Hark  the  gay  and  festive,  See. 

Enter  Girofle  from  the  Cabinet . 

Girofle.  Nobody  here  Î So  much  the  better.  Let  me  collect  my 
thoughts.  Firstly,  who  am  I ? Girofle,  the  wife  of  Marasquin  ! 
Am  I sure  of  this?  Was  I not  married  to  Mourzouk  a few  hours 


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since  as  Girofla  ? That  was  as  proxy  for  my  sister  ! But  how  if  my 
sister  never  returns  ; the  Moor  believes  me  Girofla  ; is  sweet  upon  me.  —I 
Do  I not  owe  duty  to  him  ? • I wonder  what  is  going  on  within. 
’Tis  strange  that  I am  the  only  one  who  does  not  dance  at  my  own 
wedding.  Ah  ! here’s  my  father  î I will  demand  an  explanation. 

Bolero  (entering  out  of  breath , still  dancing).  At  last  ! I have  shaken 
off  that  Marasquin.  I’ve  left  him  teeing  himself  at  the  buffet. 

Girofle . What  ! Ice  himself  on  his  wedding  day.  Would  you 
beget  a coolness  between  us  ? 

Bolero . Don’t  talk,  child. 

Girofle . Talk  ! Where  is  my  husband  ? 

Bolero . Which  of  them  ? You  forget  you  have  two  Î 

Girofle . The  brute  ! O mon  père  ! 

Enter  Aurore  out  of  breathy  sinks  in  chair. 

Aurore . Ouf  ! I am  well  rid  of  Mourzouk  ; what  a man  to  dance  ! 
I’ve  left  him  tête-à-tête  with  one  of  our  guests,  and  I’m  glad  to 
escape. 

Girofle . Mamma  ! 

Aurore.  Don’t,  my  child  ; I’m  tired. 

Girofle.  So  am  I of  being 

Bolero . Shut  up  1 

Girofle.  Exactly  ! Surely  I have  a right  to  be  present  at  my  own 
wedding. 

Aurore.  Women  have  no  rights  at  all  until  they  have  children. 

Girofle . Right  or  wrong,  I’ll  seek  my  husband,  Marasquin.  Don’t 

try  to  stay  me  ; if  you  do  so,  I’ll  scream. 


Enter  Paquita. 

Paquita.  Oh,  Mr.  Bolero  ! Pedro  is  here,  in  a beautiful  uniform. 
He  comes  with  news  from  Admiral  Matamoros. 

Bolero.  Where  is  he  ? 

Enter  Pedro . 

Pedro.  Here  he  is  ! 

QUINTETT. 

Pedro.  The  gallant  sailor  Matamore 

Will  soon  your  Girofla  restore. 

Thanks  to  his  valour,  often  tried, 

Fierce  Mourzouk  will  regain  his  bride. 

Girofle . To  tell  us  don’t  delay — 

How  did  you  get  away  ? 


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Pedro. 

No  sooner  had  the  pirates  seized  us, 

Than  they  took  both  of  us  in  tow  ; 
They  raised  a shout  of  fierce  derision, 
And  they  raised  the  anchor  also. 

All. 

An  awful  tale,  most  sad  to  hear  ; 

Terrific  fate — we  shake  with  fear. 

Pedro. 

We  made  up  our  minds  to  die, 

So  hopeless  seemed  our  wretched  state, 
Poor  Girofle  began  to  cry, 

Thinking  of  her  impending  fate. 

Girojlé. 

Began  to  cry  ! 

Paquita . 

Began  to  cry  ! 

Bolero. 

Began  to  cry  ! 

All. 

Thinking  of  her  impending  fate. 

Pedro. 

But  all  at  once  amidst  our  wailing 

A ray  of  hope  illumes  our  fate, 

We  see  a distant  vessel  sailing, 

And  bearing  down  upon  us  straight. 

All. 

A ray  of  hope  amidst  their  pain, 

A distant  sail,  we  breathe  again  ! 

Pedro. 

I jumped  into  the  waters  white, 

For  danger  cared  I not  a song, 
I swam  along  with  all  my  might 
Until  I came  the  ship  sidelong. 


Girojlé . 

He  swam  along. 

Aurore , Bolero . 

He  swam  along. 

All. 

He  swam  along, 

Furious  stormy  waves  among. 

Pedro . O great  surprise,  I recognize 

Bolero . You  recognize 

AIL  Matamore! 

All.  The  gallant  sailor,  etc. 

Aurore . Then  the  Pirates 

Pedro . Matamoros  must  have  now  come  up  with  them.  A cannon 
shot  was  to  be  the  signal  that  the  fight  had  begun. 

Aurore.  The  signal  of  victory  ! 

Bolero . Of  course  ! 

Pedro . Within  an  hour  your  daughter  will  be  in  your  arms. 

Bolero  [to  Aurore ).  Ah  ! my  love,  within  an  hour.  [To  Girojlé .) 
Our  child.  [7/tay  embrace . 

Paquita.  f Pedro  ! ) , 

Pedro.  (Paquita if  {They  embrace. 

Girojlé  [to  Bolero ).  Don’t  hug  so,  you  know  I can’t  bear  it. 

Bolero . Beautiful  sight  ! 

Girojlé.  Affecting  to  the  husband,  wife,  and  child. 

Aurore . But  why  has  not  Matamaros  attacked  them  ’ere  this  ? 
Pedro . Fie  is  waiting  for  something.  In  fact  it  is  that  he  has  sent 
me  here  for. 


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Bolero . Ah  ! What  is  that  ? 

Girojle.  A demonstrative  pronoun  Î 

Pedro . Y ou  promised  him  a reward  of  6,000  piastres. 

Bolero.  Certainly  ; and  he  has  still  our  promise. 

Girojle  ( aside ).  Not  a very  marketable  security. 

Pedro.  But  he  would  rather  have  the  money,  if  you  have  no 
objection. 

Girojle  (aside).  The  Admiral  has  a wonderful  amount  of  sagacity. 

Bolero.  What  ! in  advance  ? 

Girojle.  Of  course.  He’s  not  a Rear-Admiral. 

Pedro . He  sent  me  here  for  the  money,  without  which  he  will  not 
budge  an  inch. 

Aurore  (to  Bolero ).  He  has  outwitted  us.  Bolero,  we  must  pay, 
we  cannot  help  ourselves. 

Bolero.  Then  who  will  help  us  l Pedro,  I suppose  he  must  be 
paid.  Come. 

Aurore  (to  Girojle).  And  you,  Girofle,  don’t  stir  from  this — 

Bolero . Till  the  cannon  sounds.  We  must  be  cautious. 

[ Exeunt  Bolero , Aurore , Paquita , and  Pedro. 

Girojlé.  I musn’t  move  ! I musn’t  speak  ! But  I may  hear  and  see. 
Hark  I how  delightfully  the  music  sounds.  There  are  my  husbands 
dancing,  or  rather  reeling  one  against  the  other.  Papa  has  been  too 
lavish  of  his  wine  ! Ah  ! that  reminds  me,  I have  tasted  nothing. 
(Goes  to  sideboard.)  Here  is  a bottle!  Clicquot!  A widow  ! but 
her  weeds  are  golden.  How  like  a woman  is  Champagne  ! When  young, 
kept  downstairs,  our  too  buoyant  spirits  kept  in  check,  quite  in  the  dark, 
seeing  no  company  till  we  mature.  How  we  fret  and  fume  in  vain  against 
the  cords  that  bind  us.  Then  comes  the  wedding.  ( Opens  the  bottle .) 
Pop  ! what  a change  ! Here  we  are  dancing,  singing,  sparkling, 
bewildered  in  the  blaze  of  marriage,  feasting  ! But,  alas  ! how  soon  we 
settle  down  into  the  dull  insipid  state  of  matrimony.  I’m  moralising 
over  Clicquot.  Come,  old  lady,  though  you’re  widowed,  you  are 
lively  still.  (Drinks.)  Ah!  here’s  a duck,  just  the  thing! 

\_Eats  and  Drinks. 


Enter  the  Cousins. 

All.  Hush  ! 

Girojle.  A remarkable  leg  this  duck  had,  he  must  have  travelled 
greatly. 

Fernand , A lady  all  by  herself.  ’Tis  Girofle.  We’ll  have  some 
fun  ! (Girojle  about  to  drink  again , they  catch  her  arm.)  You  must 
not  drink,  it’s  past  twelve  ! Don’t  be  angry. 

ENSEMBLE. 

< V'C f.  v 

Fernand*  Good  appetite,  good  appetite. 

Girojle . My  cousins  here  ? 

Fernand.  Don’t  let  us  interfere, 

We  appreciate  your  delight. 

You  did  not  know  we  were  so  near. 


Girofle. 
Fernand . 


Girojlé . 
Fernand. 

Girojlé. 


Fernand • 


Girofle. 

Fernand. 

Girojlé. 

Fernand. 

Giroüé. 


Giroüé. 


Ail. 


AU 


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But,  if  Papa  comes  here  ? 

Never  fear  ! 

Eat  and  drink,  never  fear, 

My  fair  cousin, 

Here’s  a pigeon-pie,  I’ll  give  you  some. 

But,  if  Mamma  should  come  ? 

Eat  and  drink,  never  fear, 

My  fair  cousin. 

What  fun  it  is,  what  awful  fun, 

To  breakfast  on  the  sly, 

How  neatly  my  parents  I’ve  done. 

We’ve  gained  the  victory, 

Bolero  we  defy, 

Now’s  the  time  for  some  punch  ! 

F or  punch  ? 

There’s  naught  can  compare  with  well-brewed  punch 
For  finishing  up  an  excellent  lunch. 

No,  no,  I dare  not  touch  your  punch  ! 

Taste  you  must,  my  cousin  fair. 

Indeed  ? If  I must,  well,  then, 

The  punch  I’ll  light  ! 

DRINKING  SONG. 

See  how  it  sparkles,  this  drink  divine  ; 

But  all  its  lustre  our  eyes  outshine. 

I. 

In  the  heart  of  this  goblet  fragile, 

How  the  frolicsome  bubbles  play  ! 

From  the  depths  of  its  fragrant  bosom 
There  arises  a rich  bouquet, 

That  lovingly  wreathes  its  aroma 
Your  passionate  senses  around, 

Till  you  live  in  a world  enchanted, 

Where  golden-winged  visions  abound. 

See  how  it  sparkles,  &c. 

II. 

There’s  no  sweet  in  the  world  to  measure 
With  the  juice  of  the  golden  vine  ; 

There’s  no  delicate  new-born  pleasure 
That  can  rival  the  rapture  of  wine. 

Then  let’s  not  fear  its  fragrant  perfume, 

Good  wine’s  been  defamed  too  long  ; 

For  if  it  steals  away  our  reason. 

It  gives  us  laughter,  love,  and  song. 

See  how  it  sparkles,  &c. 


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Fernand  ( aside  to  the  Cousins ).  She’s  . . . (touching  his  fore - 

head,  intimating  inebriety). 

Girofle « (< giddy ).  Very  warm,  isn’t  it?  Suppose  we  open  the 
window,  after  that  ? 

Guest . Do  ; and  what  do  you  say  to  a quiet  dance  upstairs,  all  to 
ourselves — eh  ? 

All.  Yes  ! yes  ? 

Girofle . Dance  Î I’ll  spin  ! Wait  a bit.  Papa  said  I was  not  to. 
Pooh  ! Absurd  ! En  route  ! 

Fernand . This  is  superb  ! They’ll  wonder  where  the  bride  has 
gone  ! 

[ They  extinguish  lights , and  exeunt . 


Enter  Aurore  and  Bolero . 


Aurore . All’s  well  now  ! Pedro  has  set  out  with  the  money. 
What’s  this  ? Dark!  Bolero,  where  are  you?  Ah,  you’re  there. 
What  means  this  darkness  ? 

Bolero . Absence  of  light,  dear  ! 

Aurore . Don’t  be  a fool,  Girofle  ! 

Bolero . Girofle  ! 

Aurore . Was  that  you  ? 

Bolero . Yes  ! 

Aurore . Don’t  shout  out  again — Girofle  ! No  answer  ? Quick 
Bolero,  get  a light  ! 

£#*V,r  and  returns  with  a light . 

Bolero.  Giroflé  ! 

Aurore  (looks  into  cabinet).  Not  here  ! 

Bolero . Giroflé  ! 

Aurore.  Ah,  the  open  window  ! This  strange  mysterious  darkness, 
Bolero  ! They  have  taken  away  our  child  1 
Bolero.  Who  ? who  ? 

Aurore.  Who  ? — the  pirates  ! 

Bolero . Pirates!  It  is  impossible!  To  think  that  this  morning 
only  I was  the  father  of  two  lovely  girls,  and  now  my  paternity 

is  nil. 

Aurore.  And  midnight  is  fast  approaching.  Hark  ! 


(Clock  strikes  twelve .) 


Bolero.  There  it  is  ! 

Aurore.  And  here  are  our  guests  ! 


All 


Maras . 


Chorus . 
Paquita 
Aurore . 
Paquita . 
Aurore. 


Cousins . 


Girojle. 


Chorus. 
Maras. 
Mour. 
Bolero . 
Aurore . 
Bolero . 

Chorus . 
Maras . 
Mour. 


Bolero . 
Chorus . 
Aurore . 
Chorus . 
Bolero . 

Aurore . 


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FINALE,  &c. 

Q/'  Guests  and  the  Characters . 

First-rate,  first-rate,  excellent  wine, 

Never  have  we  drunk  liquor  more  divine  ; 

Let  us  drink  your  jolly  good  health, 

Wishing  you  all  happiness  and  lots  of  wealth. 

We’re  come  to  remind  you  that  it’s  near  midnight, 
Time  appointed  to  set  matters  all  aright. 

{Noise?) 

What  on  earth  is  that  ? 

{enters).  Would  you  believe  it,  here  she  comes. 

What  she? 

Giroflé,  in  an  awful  state  ! 

Giroflé  ! ’Tis  always  Giroflé  ! 

{Enter  Cousins.) 

Ah  ! ah  ! ah  ! excellent,  capital  fun, 

’Tis  no  use  trying, 

There’s  no  denying, 

Never,  oh  never,  was  trick  so  well  done. 

Ah  ! ah  ! Be  quiet,  I wish  you’d  have  done, 

My  cousins’  chaffing 
Has  set  me  off  laughing, 

Never  have  I had  such  glorious  fun. 

Ha  ! ha  ! ha  ! excellent,  capital  fun,  etc. 

’Tis  Giroflé  ! 

’Tis  Girofla  ! 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 

Don’t  fear,  they  all  are  drunk. 

If  they’re  drunk,  perhaps  they’ll  see 
Two  instead  of  one  Î 
Giroflé  ! Girofla  ! 

O Giroflé  ! 

O Girofla,  innocent  flower, 

Thine  eyes  have  struck  with  magic  power  ; 

All  sad  foreboding  now  is  past, 

The  blissful  moment’s  come  at  last. 

[Cannon. 

’Tis  the  gun  ! Hark  ! ’tis  the  gun  ! 

Why  have  they  fired  that  gun  ? 

The  victory  is  ours  ! 

They  all  are  going  mad  ! 

To  my  arms,  my  children  ; come  both  to  my  arms  ; 
For  that  signal -gun  has  dispelled  our  alarms. 

Now  retire  to  your  rooms, 

Ye  affectionate  grooms, 

And  your  brides  you  soon  shall  see. 

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Ah  ! delight,  soon  our  brides  we  shall  see. 

Hark  ! ’tis  that  gun,  See. 

[ The  husbands  exeunt. 

Say  good-bye  to  your  child. 

Wait  a moment,  my  child. 

But  Mamma,  he’ll  be  wild  Î 
Wait  for  your  sister  beguiled  ! 

Enter  Pedro . 

Pedro,  here  ! 

Bolero.  You  here,  and  have  you  brought  my  daughter  ! 

Aurore . Come,  tell  us  quick  about  the  pirates’  slaughter  ! 

Pedro . Read  this  ! read  what  Matamore  has  said  Î 
Bolero  ( reads  telegram).  “ We’ve  been  smashed  into  a cocked  hat  I 
The  pirates  have  carried  Girofla  off  to  Jericho  !” 

Aurore.  Merciful  powers  ! I feel  I’m  dying  ! 

Bolero.  And  as  for  me,  I feel  I’m  dead. 

Maras  ( opens  his  door).  My  dear  mamma  ! 

Aurore.  Wait  a bit. 

Girofle . But,  mamma,  I must  go. 

Mour.  (opens  his  door).  My  dear  papa  ! 

Bolero.  Wait  a bit. 

[Exit  Girofle,  running , Aurore  follows  her , then  returns  to  Bolero. 
Aurore . Quick,  lock  that  door. 

[Bolero  locks  MourzouP s door.  They  fall  into  chairs , exclaiming , I am 
dead  ! 

Chorus.  First-rate,  first-rate,  excellent  wine,  &c. 

Mourzouk  knocking  within. 


Maras. } 
Mour • } 
Chorus. 

Girofle. 
Aurore,  i 
Girofle.  > 
Bolero.  ) 


Aurore. 


END  OF  ACT  II. 


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ACT  III. 


A Summer  Pavilion  of  Bolero's  Mansion . Gallery  at  bat b view  o 
the  sea  in  the  distance . 

CHORUS  OF  RETAINERS. 

Lo  ! the  dawn  is  breaking 
And  the  sun  is  waking 
Mortals,  locked  in  balmy  sleep, 

In  calm  slumber  deep  ; 

Lo  ! the  shades  of  night 
Flee  before  the  light. 

Enter  Paquita  and  Pedro. 

Paquita . Awake  ! awake  ! and  ope  your  eyes, 

Ye  lovers  fond  arise  ! arise  ! 

The  sun  has  scattered  love’s  sweet  dreams, 

Pedro.  Then  open  wide  your  curtains  lliick, 

Admit  the  morning  breezes  quick  ; 

The  life-restoring  sunshine  beams. 

[. Exeunt  Chorus . 

( They  bring  on  breakfast.  ) 

Paquita . Now  Pedro,  bustle  I bustle  I for  when  the  young  couple 
come  down  they  are  sure  to  be  hungry.  (They  lay  the  table.) 

Pedro . How  happy  they  must  be  in  there  ! 

Paquita.  Yes,  but  there  are  two  sides  to  everything.  I don’t  envy 
the  feelings  of  the  dark  gentleman  in  that  room.  Poor  old  master,  too, 
and  Madame,  not  a wink  of  sleep  all  night. 

Pedro . I should  say  Aurore  longed  for  the  dawn. 

Paquita.  Hush  ! here  comes  the  happy  pair,  we  are  not  wanted  here. 

[ Exeunt . 

Enter  Marasquin  and  Girodé. 

Girofle . (He  kisses  her.)  For  goodness’  sake  be  quiet. 

Maras . Another  kiss,  sweet,  it  shall  be  the  last. 

Girofle.  Then  it  must  last  for  ever.  You’ve  had  twenty  kisses  ; 
every  one  you  said  should  be  the  last. 

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Maras . Aye,  bat  there  are  many  kinds  of  lasts.  The  lover’s  last 
is  immeasurable. 

Girofle . True,  for  there’s  no  end  to  it,  but  let  the  flame  burn 
slowly,  that  you  may  be  the  longer  ere  you  cool.  Suppose  we  change 
the  topic,  and  discuss — breakfast. 


DUO. 


Girofle . 
Maras 


\ 


Girofle . 
Maras . 
Girofle. 
Maras . 

Giroüé . 
Maras . 


Oh  how  delightful  to  breakfast  together, 
Banishing  sorrow, 

Fearing  no  morrow. 

Have  done  ! have  done  ! 

My  own  dear  little  wife. 

Leave  me  alone — now  have  done  ! 

Nearer,  yet  nearer,  pray,  my  life, 

Come  close  to  me. 

But  why  ? 

Come  close  to  me, 

And  I’ll  soon  tell  you  why. 

Giroflé . You’ll  soon  tell  me  why  ? 

Maras . ( kisses  her).  You  now  know  why. 

Girofle.  Oh  how  delightful,  etc. 

Vastly  fine,  vastly  fine  ; 

But  if  we  don’t  begin  we  ne’er  shall  finish. 
Our  new-born  happiness  let’s  not  diminish. 
What  shall  we  do  ? 

Let’s  talk. 

Of  what  ? 

Of  you — 

To  me  all  else  is  hateful. 

Now  you  talk  nonsense  indeed. 

Ungrateful  ! 

Then  let  me  sketch  your  future  lot. 
Giroflé.  Promise  I ne’er  shall  be  forgot. 


Maras. 
Giroflé. 
Maras . 
Giroflé. 
Maras. 

Giroflé. 

Maras. 


COUPLETS. 

I. 

Maras.  Of  all  your  wishes  mindful  ever, 

Your  thoughts  I’ll  read  in  those  pure  eyes  : 
To  please  you  is  my  sole  endeavour, 

A smile  from  you  my  only  prize. 

No  feud  shall  ever  mar  our  pleasure, 

No  other  e’er  shall  come  between, 

And  all  shall  envy  me  my  treasure  ; 

Such  love  as  ours  has  ne’er  been  seen. 
Love  without  ending,  love  without  rest — 
Love  such  as  angels  envy  best. 


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IL 

Girofle,  In  thy  affection  still  confiding, 

I’ll  prove  an  ever  faithful  wife  ; 

Through  life  in  peace  and  comfort  gliding, 

You  ne’er  shall  suffer  married  strife. 

And  when  you  find  me  always  tender, 

And  e’er  submissive  to  your  will, 

Your  manly  pride  you  will  surrender, 

And,  come  what  may,  you’ll  love  me  still  ? 

Together . Love  without  ending,  etc. 

Enter  Bolero  and  Aurore . 

Aurore . Here  they  are,  Bolero,  come  along  Î 

Maras . My  dear  mother-in-law,  I positively  adore  you. 

Aurore . My  dear  son-in-law,  do  be  quiet,  we  have  important  things 
to  talk  of. 

Maras . Then  we  will  talk  about  it  to-morrow. 

Bolero.  It’s  no  laughing  matter,  our  position  is  most  critical. 

[. Marasquin  laughs. 

Aurore.  Don’t  laugh  ! In  spite  of  your  name,  Maraschino,  I don’t 
approve  of  your  spirits. 

Girofle.  Oh  ! don’t  bottle  him  up,  Ma  ! He’s  above  proof  Who 
knows,  Maraschino  may  cure  us  ! Oh  ! 

Aurore  (to  Maras).  Yesterday  Mourzouk’s  wife  was  carried  off  by 
the  pirates! 

Maras.  What  ? 

Girofle . Yes,  but  Matamoros  promised  that  he  would  re-capture  her  ! 

Bolero.  He  did  promise  ? 

Aurore . The  fact  is  we  looked  upon  the  rescue  as  accomplished. 

Bolero . “ When  you  hear  the  cannon,”  said  the  Admiral,  “ you’ll 

know  that  I have  come  up  with  the  pirates  !” 

Maras.  I wondered  what  the  gun  was  fired  for  ; but  now,  that  he 
has  thrashed  the  pirates 

Bolero . But  he  hasn’t  ! They  have  thrashed  him.  (Produces 
telegram .)  I have  received  this  telegram  through  Reuter’s  Agency  : 
“ Nore  Light.  One  o’clock.  Smashed  into  a cocked  hat.  Girofla 
en  route  for  Jericho.  Matamoros.” 

Giro  fié.  Poor  Girofla  ! 

Maras.  And  Mourzouk  ! 

Bolero.  We  locked  him  in  his  room,  and  there  we  left  him  for  the 
night,  and  when  we  peeped  through  the  keyhole  this  morning  he  was 
gone.  He  had  smashed  the  looking  glass,  piled  all  the  chairs  up  the 
chimney,  and  by  these  means  effected  his  escape.  However,  Matamoros 
is  in  full  pursuit  of  the  pirates. 

Aurore . All  we  have  to  do  is  to  calm  Mourzouk. 

Maras.  Not  such  an  easy  matter. 

Bolero.  ’Twill  not  be  so  difficult  if  we  can  let  him  have  a glimpse 
of  his  wife. 


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Girofle.  He  may  object  to  a voyage  to  Jericho  in  search  of  her. 
Aurore.  My  dear,  he  needn’t  go  to  her  at  all.  You  are  here. 

Giro  fié.  What  Î 

Maras.  Do  you  suppose  I’d  consent  to  my  wife 

Aurore . Under  the  circumstances — yes  ! 

Bolero . Think  that  your  father-in-law’s  head  depends  upon  it. 
Maras.  'That  is  a dependency  you  should  have  provided  for.  I 
have  no  cover  for  it. 


Aurore. 
Bolero. 
Maras . 

But  ’twill  only  be  for  a minute  or  two. 

Just  let  her  say  “ My  dear  husband,”  and 

Be  hanged  ! 

Aurore.  \ 
Bolero.  J 

QUARTETT. 

i Pray  have  pity  now, 

1 Pray  have  some  compassion. 

A word  from  you  will  save  us  all  ; 

O Marasquin,  a word  I trow 

Will  save  us  from  this  fatal  fall — 

Then,  Maraschino,  have  some  compassion. 

Maras . 

RONDEAU. 

Dear  father,  in  spite  of  my  affection 

For  you  and  for  my  Girofïé, 

I must  have  time  for  some  reflection 

Before  I can  to  this  absurd  request  say  yea  ! 

Oftentimes  your  oldest  friends  will  borrow, 

Your  best  umbrella  you  must  lend, 

You  consent  then  with  grief  and  sorrow, 

For  how  can  you  refuse  a friend  ? 

So  you  lend  without  hesitation, 

E’en  the  watch  from  out  your  fob, 

And  sometimes,  under  strong  dictation, 

You  have  to  lend  five  bob. 

All. 

But  in  all  tales  of  Love  and  Mystery, 

In  all  I’ve  known  of  married  life, 

I never  heard  in  modern  history, 

Of  any  man  who  lent  his  wife. 

Pray  have  pity,  &c. 

Aurore. 

There  now,  all’s  settled.  You  consent.  Ul  go  and  get 

everything  ready  for  the  Moors’  departure,  while  you  ( to  Bolero)  re- 
main here  to  receive  him.  t [ Exit  Aurore . 

Maras.  But  it’s  not  settled  at  all. 


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holer o.  Yes,  yes.  It’s  all  beautifully  arranged. 

Girofle  (to  Maras.).  Trust  all  to  me.  I shall  not  go  further  than 
“ Dear  Mourzouk.” 

Maras.  I should  hope  not,  Madam,  even  if  it  go  so  far. 

Bolero . Hush  ! he  comes. 


Enter  Mourzouk  with  rage. 

Mour.  Ha!  you  are  surprised.  At  what  ? My  calmness  ? Tve 
broken  enough,  upset  enough.  I am  content. 

Bolero  (aside).  His  calmness  is  unnatural.  I should  have  preferred 
an  exhibition  of  fury. 

Mour.  You  have  possibly  some  explanation  to  give  of  your 
behaviour.  I am  all  attention. 

Maras,  (to  Girofle ).  Look  at  his  face.  It’s  positively  awful. 

Girofle  (to  Maras.).  It’s  like  Old  Moore's  Almanack,  full  of 
frightful  hieroglyphics,  foreshadowing  blood  and  mystery. 

Bolero.  I wish  he’d  get  in  a rage  ! 

Mour . You  have  no  explanation  to  give — eh  1 

Bolero  ( trembling ).  Yes' — I was  waiting  till  the  young  couple  had 
done  talking.  What  I am  going  to  tell  you  is  the  truth,  though  it 
may  seem  rather  curious  to  you.  Marasquin  will  vouch  for  the  facts 
(to  Marasquin ),  wont  you. 

Maras . Oh  certainly  ! (Aside.)  Whatever  is  he  going  to  say  ? 

Mour.  Well  ! 

Bolero.  As  I remarked — (aside),  I wish  my  wife  were  here — (aloud) , 
you  may  remember  yesterday,  I went  to  fetch  your  wife.  Ah,  Mour- 
zouk,  what  a lovely 

Mour . Well,  well! 

Bolero.  We  were  arm  in  arm,  when  suddenly  she  turned  like  death 
and  fainted.  ic  Water,”  cries  one  ; “ Salt,”  cries  another  ; “ Vinegar,” 
cries  a third  ; “ Put  a key  down  her  back,”  screams  my  wife.  I drew 
the  key  from  your  door,  applied  it  as  directed.  In  a minute  she  was 
herself  again!  But,  unfortunately,  in  taking  out  the  key  I had  uninten- 
tionally locked  your  door  ; and,  when  we  wished  to  open  it,  no  key  was 
to  be  found,  and  all  the  locksmiths  were  on  strike. 

Mour.  But  didn’t  it  strike  you  that 

Bolero.  Oh  dear  no  ! (Aside.)  If  he  cross-questions  me  I am 
lost.  (Aloud.)  The  key  had  slipped  down  Girofla’s  back,  and  it  was 
only  this  morning  that  we  found  it.  (To  Girofle.)  Was  it  not, 
Girofla  ? 

Mour.  Girofla  ! is  this  Girofla  ? 

Bolero.  Of  course  it  is.  (Aside.)  Ouf! 

Mour.  (to  Bolero ).  * You  old  rascal,  not  to  have  told  me  this  before. 
(to  Marasquin).  I thought  this  lady  was  your  wife  ! 

Bolero.  His  wife  ? what  an  idea.  She  is  asleep  ! 

Mour . What,  still  ? 


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Maras . ( aside  to  Bolero).  We’ll  drop  this  banter,  if  you  please. 
Bolero  (to  Marasquin ).  We  must  manœuvre. 

Maras.  So  you  may,  but  not  with  my  wife. 

Bolero.  Then  you  must  find  a substitute. 

Mour . (to  Giro  fié ).  Poor  little  dear,  to  keep  her  so  long  from  her 
hubby  ! but  never  mind,  we’ll  be  revenged  upon  them. 

Maras.  But  I say,  what  about  your  excursion  to  Brighton  ? 

Mour.  Hang  the  excursion  and  the  Aquarium  I 
Giro  fié.  You’ll  just  have  time  to  catch  the  boat  ! 

Mour.  My  love,  I go  by  train  at  midday.  ’Tis  not  quite  the  hour. 
Gentlemen,  we  would  be  private,  leave  us  ! 

Maras.  But  your  luggage  ? 

Mov'\  Bolero,  see  it  labelled.  Be  off  ! 

Muras.  And  leave  you  with 

Bolero.  His  wife  ! nothing  more  natural. 

Girofle  (to  Marasquin).  Fear  nothing  ! 

Maras,  (aside).  This  is  too  much.  I’ll  have  an  eye  upon  them. 

[. Exeunt  Bolero  and  Marasquin. 
Giro  fié  (aside).  Poor  Marasquin,  what  a state  he  is  in  about  nothing. 
As  if  there  were  any  danger  in  leaving  me  with  this  copper-coloured 
barbarian  ! 

Mour.  At  last  they  have  left  us  to  ourselves. 

Giro  fié  (aside).  I sincerely  wish  they  had  left  me  to  myself. 

Maras,  (peeps  in).  I cannot  leave  them  alone. 

[ Bolero  appears , and  drags  him  bach. 

Mour.  My  pretty  Girofla  ! 

Giro  fié.  Don’t  flatter,  Sir  ! 

Mour.  Sir  ? 

Giro  fié.  Well,  you’re  not  a miss , are  you  ? 

Mour.  No  ; ’tis  you  who  were  amiss.  Come,  sit  beside  me. 
Girofle.  And  you  beside  yourself.  Nay,  I should  be  de  trop. 
Mour.  You  seem,  young  lady,  quite  to  have  forgotten  the  duties  of 
a wife — if,  indeed,  you  ever  learnt  them.  Do  you  know  what  you  owe 
me  ? 

Girofle.  Nothing. 

Mour.  By  your  leave,  you  owe  obedience  to  your  husband. 

Girofle.  Oh,  yes  ! but  a very  long  credit  is  given  to  debts  of  that 
class. 

Mour.  I’ll  stand  this  insolence  no  longer  ! 

Girofle . There  are  chairs  at  your  service  ! 

Mour.  Do  you  know,  minx,  that  I am  your  husband,  and  a Moor  ? 
Girofle.  Amour  ? Cupid  must,  indeed,  have  been  blind  when  he 
took  your  shape.  A Moor  ! ’Tis  a pity  you  were  not  bound  in 
Morocco. 

Mour . No  matter  how  or  where  we’re  bound,  you’ll  find  that  you 
are  booked. 

Giro  fié.  And  closed  to  you. 

Mour.  Come,  Girofla,  we  must  not  quarrel  before  we  have  com- 
menced to  love.  Come! 


4i 


DUETT  AND  TRIO. 


Mour . 


Girofle . 


Mour . 

Girofle . 

Mour . 
Girofle . 
Mour . [ 

Girofle.  i 
Mour. 

Giro  fié . 

Mour. 

Girofle. 


Mour. 


My  Girofla,  my  bride, 

Of  lovely  flowers  the  fairest, 

Of  precious  gems  the  rarest, 

Come  hither  to  my  side  ; 

We’ll  talk  of  all  that’s  sweetest, 

We’ll  whisper  all  that’s  meetest. 

If  Girofla’s  his  bride, 

Of  lovely  flowers  the  fairest, 

Of  precious  gems  the  rarest, 

She  should  be  at  his  side. 

To  my  first  prayer  acceding, 

You  can’t  refuse  a kiss  ! 

A kiss  I can’t  help  ceding, 

A kiss  to  him  is  bliss. 

Just  one  kiss  ! 

No,  no  I 

My  Girofla,  my  bride,  &c. 

If  Girofla’s  his  bride,  &c. 

My  darling,  to  your  husband  dear 
You  show  but  small  wish  to  be  near. 

Pray  forgive  my  hesitation  ! 

Nay,  show  some  determination  ! 

There’s  no  harm  in  a kiss  ; 

To  keep  him  in  subjection, 

And  to  simulate  affection 
There’s  no  chance  I must  miss  ! 

On  my  brow  you  may  print  a kiss  ! 

Sweet  guarantee  of  future  bliss  . . 

[Enter  Marasquin 


Giro  fié. 


Maras . 


Mour. 


TRIO. 

My  jealous  husband  here, 

His  time  he  does  not  waste  ; 
Altho’  he’d  nought  to  fear 
He  was  right  to  make  haste. 
The  wretch  was  far  too  near, 
His  arm  was  round  her  waist. 
His  rage  I do  not  fear  ; 

I was  right  to  make  haste. 
That  stupid  fellow  here, 

Why  comes  he  in  such  haste  ! 
My  anger  he  shall  fear, 

Not  a moment  I'll  waste  ! 


Girofle  (to  Marasquin).  Don’t  leave  me  again  ! 
Mour.  (to  Marasquin ).  You  have  no  right  here  ! 


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Girofle . Don’t  exasperate  yourself! 

Mour.  (to  Marasquin ).  I don’t  interfere  with  your  wife. 

Maras . Query  ? 

Mour . What  ? 

Maras . Nothing  ! 

Mour.  I wish  to  be  alone  ! 

Girofle  (aside).  A loan  ! I wouldn’t  take  him  at  sixty  per  cent! 
Mour.  (to  Marasquin ).  Alone  with  my  wife  ! Go  to  yours,  d’ye 
hear  ! go  to  your  wife  ! 

Maras.  I am  going  as  fast  as  I can.  (Noise  without.) 

Mour . What’s  that  ? 

Girofle . Some  people  are  coming. 

Mour . Tell  them  we’re  engaged  ! 

Maras.  ’Tis  your  suite. 

Mour.  (pointing  to  Girofle).  Nay,  here’s  my  sweet. 

Girofle.  Hark!  twelve  o’clock  ! Your  expedition. 

Mour.  Oh  hang  ! 

Enter  Chorus , Bolero , Aurore , Paquita , Pedro , &fc. 
CHORUS. 

It  is  time  your  carpet  bag  to  fasten. 

You  must  hasten  at  my  cost, 

You  must  hasten,  you  must  hasten, 

There’s  not  a moment  to  be  lost. 

My  son,  my  son,  see,  here’s  your  luggage. 

Well,  then,  good  bye,  a pleasant  journey. 

I must  now  make  up  my  mind  to  pack, 

But,  trust  me,  I shall  soon  be  back. 

( Chorus  repeat.) 

But  before  I depart,  I must  ask  your  permission 
Just  to  say  a few  words  of  adieu  to  my  wife  in  addition. 

I’ll  soon  have  done. 

Don’t  hesitate,  my  son. 

COUPLETS. 

I. 

The  traveller’s  lot  is  always  bitter, 

He  leaves  his  home  with  sore  regret, 

But  his  regret  is  nought,  I reckon, 

T o that  which  has  my  heart  beset. 

It’s  always  hard  to  say  farewell 
To  those  with  whom  in  love  you  dwell  ; 

But  sad  his  fate,  ah  ! woe  betide 
The  traveller  who  leaves  his  bride. 


Aurore. 

Maras. 

Mour. 

Mour. 

Bolero. 

Mour . 


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II. 


Girojié . Your  sudden  absence  unexpected, 

I shall  regret  as  much  as  you, 

But  your  commands  shall  be  respected, 

And  to  your  mem’ry  I’ll  be  true. 

I know  full  well  you  would  have  tarried, 
’Tis  hard  to  leave  when  you’re  just  married, 
But  whatsoever  you  may  lack 
I’ll  make  amends  when  you  come  back. 


Mour.  Trust  me,  beloved  bride,  I shall  never  cease  to  mourn. 

Bolero . My  son,  you  must  awhile  your  happiness  adjourn. 

Maras . And  the  sooner  you  start,  the  sooner  you’ll  return. 

Mour . I tremble,  with  rage  I tremble, 

I will  dissemble, 

To  get  me  off  they’re  in  haste, 

Their  manner’s  not  much  to  my  taste. 

I fear  they’ll  take  me  for  a silly, 

But  I’ll  deceive  them  willy-nilly, 

For  I shall  at  their  folly  scoff, 

I must  dissemble  till  I’m  off. 

All . We  tremble, 

We  must  dissemble  ; 

We’re  rid  of  him  for  a time  at  least. 

The  ugly,  black,  ferocious  beast. 

Tho’  he’s  so  fierce,  he’s  just  as  silly, 

And  we  can  lead  him  willy-nilly, 

That  we  may  at  his  folly  scoff, 

We  must  dissemble  till  he’s  off. 

Mour . Farewell,  my  best  beloved  bride. 

Girofle . Farewell,  my  ever  trusted  guide. 

Mour . Farewell,  brother  Marasquin. 

Maras . I feel  I’m  going  to  cry  ! 

Aurore  and  Bolero . Farewell,  good-bye,  my  son. 

Mour.  Farewell,  dear  Papa, 

Farewell,  dear  Mamma, 

I’m  going  to  cry  ! 

All.  He’s  going  to  cry, 

Let  us  dissemble,  etc. 


\JVIourzouh  exit,  followed  by  bis  suite • 
Maras.  At  last,  my  own  dear  Girofle,  he’s  gone. 

Girofle.  May  his  excursion  last  very  long. 

\Embracing  each  other . Re-enter  Mourzouk. 

Mour.  Ha  Î ha  ! 

Bolero.  He’s  lost  the  cheap  train  ; we  shall  have  a breeze. 

Mour.  So  you  thought  that  you  had  cleverly  got  rid  of  me,  and  in 
my  absence  (to  Marasquin ) you  make  love  to  my  wife.  What  would 
your  wife  say  if  she  knew  it  ? 


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Maras . Oh  ! I should  not  be  afraid  of  her  judgment. 

Mour.  Possibly  not  ; but  you  may  think  differently  of  mine.  I 
demand  satisfaction. 

Maras . But  I am  quite  satisfied. 

Mour.  But  I am  not. 

Girofle.  Well,  I’m  quite  satisfied. 

Mour.  Draw. 

Girofle.  This  is  no  drawing-room. 

Mour.  So  much  the  better — Draw  ! 

Maras.  Thank  you,  I’ve  attraction  enough  here.  The  fact  is, 
you’ve  been  labouring  under  a slight  mistake  ; this  lady  is  my  wife. 

Mour.  Your  wife  ! you’re  joking  ! Then  I . . . {to  Bolero.) 

Is  this  his  wife  ? Yes  or  No  ! 

Bolero.  Yes  ! 

Mour.  Then  she’s  not  my  wife  ? 

All.  Yes  ! no  ! yes  ! no  Î 

Mour.  No  ! yes  ! If  she  is  my  wife,  she  can’t  be  his. 

Bolero  and  Aurore.  Ah,  yes  ! 

Mour.  This  is  too  much  ! Whose  wife  is  she  ? 

Aurore.  We  will  explain  it  all.  It  was  not  our  fault.  Yesterday, 

during  the  marriage  of  Marasquin  with  Girofle 

Girofle.  That’s  me  ! 

Mour.  You  Girofle  ? Then  you  are  not  my  wife  ? 

Aurore  and  Bolero.  Yes.  Listen  ! 

Girofle.  They’ll  divide  me  presently  between  them,  and  devour  me. 
Aurore.  While  the  ceremony  was  taking  place  Girofla  was  carried 
off  by  pirates. 

Bolero.  The  fact  is  we  had  only  one  daughter  when  you  unexpect- 
edly arrived  ; and  so — — 

Mour.  You  married  her  to  me  ! 

Maras.  W hen  but  an  hour  before  you  had  married  her  to  me  Î 
Bolero.  But  the  affair  with  you,  Mourzouk,  was  only  a temporary 
match.  We  had  no  idea  it  would  flare  up  so  ! 

Girofle  [aside).  They  thought  it  was  a Safety  Match  Î 
Mour.  Then  your  daughter  has  two  husbands  ! 

Giroflé.  No,  I am  the  wife  of  Marasquin. 

Mour.  Not  so,  you  are  mine  ! ' 

Maras.  I beg  your  pardon,  I have  a prior  claim  I 
Bolero.  True!  [To  Marasquin.)  She  is  yours  i 
Mour.  I tell  you  what  it  is ■ — If  1 don’t  have  her  no  one  shall.  I’ll 
have  her  tried  for  bigamy.  I’ll  annul  both  marriages. 

Maras.  Not  mine  ! 

Mour.  Mine  and  yours  ! 

Maras.  No,  no  ! 

Giroflé.  Send  me  to  Turkey  rather — anywhere. 


[Enter  Paquita  and  Pedro.) 
Paquita.  Good  news  ! Matamoros  has  arrived 


[ Trumpet . 


Girofle . And  Girofla  ? 

Pedro.  Yes,  Girofla  ; and  the  pirates  all  in  chains. 
Girofle  (at  back).  Yes,  yes  ; ’tis  Girofla. 

Bolero  (to  Mourzouk).  You’ll  have  your  wife  at  last. 
Mour . At  last  Î 

Enter  Mat  amor  os , Pirates , and  Girofla . 
CHORUS. 

The  gallant  sailor  Matamore 
Doth  here  your  Girofla  restore, 
Thanks  to  his  valour  often  tried, 

In  Matamore  we  all  confide  ! 


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